He wouldn't leave her. He'd failed to save one person important to him, but history did not and would not repeat itself today. Her shove against him had no effect except to make him shift his weight slightly. Ears pricked towards her to catch the words. Short sentences were fine with Aidrian, that meant less to make sense of. She wanted him to leave to avoid getting in trouble. Aidrian had the feeling he was likely already in trouble.
Instead he touched her tear-stained cheek with his nose, her distress still twisting through him. There was little he could do except comfort and guard her. Maybe they could get to the medical wing before guards came to punish him. He'd never killed a customer and wasn't entirely sure what they would do to him for it. Whether they would even care enough to realize it was in defense of another mutant to save her from what he was fairly sure was unsanctioned attention. Maybe they'd believe he was living up to the bodyguard role he usually performed.
Brynn was safe. That was what mattered, consequences be damned. There was only one thing that he could try, though the likelihood that he was either on tape or they'd recognize him later was high, but any delay was good. They'd be looking for a horse when they came here, so he'd just make sure there was no horse. Although he didn't think there was anyone else with a horse form here, at least not one easily mistaken for his. But it was the only compromise.
It only took a few moments to shift from horse to human. Luckily the change took the blood away too. If he had to shift again, his horse form would be clean as well. He knew it was dangerous to let them see a bond that they could use, but it was too late now. Instead he focused on Brynn, pulling her close. "We should be gettin' ya to the medical wing," he murmured, an Irish lilt in his speech. It came and went now that he'd been away from Ireland for so long, but never entirely disappeared and was always the strongest when he was upset.