He looked over at her, then down. "I know, I know... I need to get a handle on myself. I'm sorry." He went about reinforcing the wards, making sure they were air tight. When he was satisfied, he went over and pulled her into a hug. "I'm very defensive of you. I don't want to see something bad happen to you," he explained, exhaling. "It doesn't take much that you are precious and deserve protecting. I regret that it is you who I put in the most danger..." He sighed, stepping back and running his fingers through his hair, fretting. "We should start a fire."