So you were just going to let them kill you - or worse - just to save them a few bruises?

[Despite the incredulous tone to his words, his hold is still surprisingly gentle as he walks the remainder of the distance to her place - how can it not? Every line of her body seems braced for pain... or against it.

Frowning now, he stops and kicks the door lightly - but he doesn't even consider putting her down. Instead, he reigns in his worry-borne irritation as he waits for her to open the door.]

...Oy, Songbird. You alright? Should I be taking you to a doctor instead?