"Don't like it, either, darlin'," he said softly, stepping closer and hesitantly sliding an arm around her shoulders. Given her lack of memory and combat reflexes, he could be asking to get his arm chopped off instinctively. But he was willing to take that chance. Besides, he'd had worse. "But we've got Master Gil and Prince Sturmvoraus, sure they c'n get y'fixed up in next to no time."