Mag looked awful, and it pained Kiernan to see. When she touched his hand, he pulled her to him, mindful of the bottle he held -- broken glass all over the floor was not what she needed right now -- and wrapped his arm around her.
"You're not, now," he murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head gently. While still holding her, he stepped inside and let the door close behind them but otherwise staying in place for as long as Mag might want him to.
Kiernan had many questions still ("Who is this asshole and/or bitch and what did he or she do to you?" being the most dominant one), but he held his tongue for now. She would tell him soon enough, and if not, he would ask; at this exact moment, it seemed she needed something other than words.