Malachi brought his hands up when Lavender freed his restraints. It was freeing and welcomed while her assurances did make him feel a little better. He'd decided a long time ago he'd believe her when she said he was okay. He slid off the chair immediately and upon the floor beside her, sliding his arm around her when she moaned in pain. He couldn't stand to hear her in pain. "Lav? Lavender? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern. He could remember things, chasing her through the house. God, did he do something? Did he hurt her?