When she started to fight, Peter tried for a moment to hold on, making soothing sounds, before giving up and letting her go. His frown tightened when he heard the sounds of her vomiting, and he looked down at the ground to give her some privacy for that.
The sounds quieted, and he spoke again, softly. "I'm not dangerous." He couldn't help the defensive tone any more than he could stop the words. "I'm sorry I hurt you."