Henry walked quickly around her, taking a gentle hold of her wrist with one hand. "Let me see your hand, Ava." He was quiet now, not sarcastic and loud as before. He gently tugged back her fingers to look at the burn on her hand. He sighed heavily and his eyes closed. "C'mon. We need to put some aloe on this." Or at least some Neosporin, if they didn't have aloe.
He kept his head down as they walked, at least at first. "I did what I had to do," he said at last. "I can't wipe out the Order globally, but I have sent them a message. They won't bother us again." He didn't plan to go into detail. He just wanted her to know that he'd been doing only what he had to in order to protect the future, to protect their future. He may not have been able to go up toe to toe against the eldritch horrors that lurked in the dark corners of the world, but he could make them realize that messing with him meant losing more than they gained. And as long as they knew that, as long as they knew that the cost in resources and servants would be severe, they would think twice about messing with anyone he cared about.