Their conversation had taken an bittersweet turn. Much was watching Qebhet as she was speaking when she suddenly stumbled, when a flash of shock replaced the soft look of longing on her face. Instantly his arm shot out to catch her, and though it seemed like their linked arms and his body had been enough to save her, he kept his other arm around her back anyway. "Hey, I gotcha," he said with a smile, trying to reassure her that she didn't need to apologise. "You okay? Do you need me to beat up that crack?" Her face was so close to his, now, and gazing at her, he found he didn't want to let her go at all.