Mizaak nodded after a moment. "Yes...yes, of course you do. I'm sorry, Amaya." He released her shoulder, his hand dropping back to his side.
"It's just this way."
As they walked, he scolded himself internally. He must always remember, her needs before his. While he only wanted her absolute safety, her father was injured, and she could only worry, not knowing how badly he was hurt.
Remembering suddenly his own problem, he opened his free hand and inspected his palm. He now had two long, jagged lines cut into the flesh there, and they stung badly. He would need to get that taken care of, and soon.
Soon enough, they arrived at the door where she could find her parents and the healer. Mizaak looked to her. "They're just inside. I'll remain out here until you're ready."