He stared at her and growled with frustration. His hands lifted again and immediately cupped her face. “I want him dead for doing this to you.” He stepped toward her then, though one can probably tell it’s to keep the glow that is infusing his hands from being visible past the fallen at the door. He forces that gold energy into her, whether she wants it or not, to heal the damage that has been done. He will not have her walking around here looking like that, playing off her injuries as if no one else will notice. It reflects badly upon him, if nothing else, and on opening night, it was absolutely not acceptable.
“The next time you step in here looking like that without seeing me first to take care of it,” He continued to growl. “You’re fired.”