[How he loved her! Her playfulness and the light touches reminded him much of his own people, much less of the Viera of the Wood (not that he would ever say such a thing aloud to her). It always settles well in his heart, giving him a warmth in his heart that he can set against nearly any darkness that threatens. Specially when she pets behind his ears. In that way, he's little different than his precious little black pup that oft is at his side.]

Aye, always. [His accented voice rumbles, showing that there's still a tease in there, but only when she has everything together and their noses have touched does he give a warning grin-

And scoop her up into his arms, careful of her wound, cradling her to his chest. She may be taller than him, considerably, but even as a mage, he has his considerable strength. He laughs, knowing well she will either play along or beat him for his foolishness, but how could he resist?]

Of course, now I need bring you to Spagyries to get that wound looked over, for the last thing you want is my paws trying to bind it up. [And wisely already prepared to put her back down on her feet and flee for his life, if necessary.]