Damn. How was he supposed to fix this? Give him a horde of unspeakable monstrosities, and he'd choose them any day of the week over an angry child. It was just simpler to hack away at his enemies than actually face any of his own problems.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said, thinking of ways to appease her anger. Would a hug work or... Sigh. He might as well; it would probably be more effective. Reaching down to brush some hair free from her face, he gave her a gentle, brotherly kiss on the forehead. "Forgive me?"