Once he's settled into his other form, it's like her strings have been cut. She wobbles her way over to him and sinks down to her knees before him, hands resting on the smooth red metal.

"I'm sorry, sugar." It's a quiet apology but no less genuine than her earlier anger had been. "I just... People out here've probably never seen a Sentinel before. If they thought you were some kind of new model, it'd end up all over the news and—"

Her voice falters and her hands press a little harder against him. "It's safer for you if they don't know what you are."