The damage to Bella's cheek, although it made Misha raging mad, was minimal, and the spell healed it up nicely. He had finished up and was just setting his wand down when he felt Bella's hand on his knee. He wasn't always good with emotional crap, but putting his own over it seemed to be the right thing to do. Bella's small hand was dwarfed by his own, and Misha gave a small smile.
"I'm not sure that's the actual definition of innocent, but it's pretty close," he pointed out.
"Unless you're not having sex, but you're robbing banks in your spare time or something. Then I guess you couldn't be called innocent."