Letting the boy crash through the underbrush in the dark wasn't really an option for Derek, despite what Samandriel might think. It took only a few steps for him to catch up and scoop the angel's slight form into his arms, one arm secure against his back, the other beneath his knees.
"Stop being melodramatic," he snapped. "Your dick got in the way of your brain. It happens. Be grateful that it only resulted in embarrassment."