She reached out a hand to support him as he tried to get back up. "Easy," she whispered, and continued to stroke his shoulder. As she did so, her fingers lit up with faint magic, slowly slipping into his system. It was a terribly faint touch at first, insidiously difficult to sense, but that might have been because his circuits had been so mishandled.

Magic brushed over the back of his head, seeking to soften the pain. Whatever work she did alleviated the worst of it, slow and thorough. She lifted her hand to run her fingers gently over his damp hair. "I have you," she murmured.