Luag ducked his head, properly reprimanded considering he knew full well why he got the bruises, even if he hadn't really done what he usually did when he ended up like this. Running his hands up to rest on Nate's shoulders, he gave them a reassuring squeeze.
"Aye, alright," he breathed out. "Ah' nae avoidin'. Ah just... Ah dinnae want ye worryin' anymore, ye ken? Ta make everythin' better, but just holdin' ye an' talkin' dinnae work well in my mind..."
He moved one hand to cup Nate's cheek as he locked his eyes with Nate's. "Ye get the bruise paste an' Ah'll get ready in our room, aye? Ah'm nae goin' anywhere. So ye can stop bein' terrified an' thinkin' 'bout chargin' after me." His hand pressed tighter against Nate's cheek at the last part, the idea of Nate barging into the Ministry after him and what they mind do to him sending a jolt of fear through him.