Jolt just held her, optics shuttered, steady and unmoving in the maelstrom around him. He was used to battle, to combat and chaos and pain, and this was just a battle of a different kind- he would endure it for as long as it took, because, as he'd told Naomi so many times before, she was worth it.

The sudden diversion of her power away from him caused his optics to flick open, and he pulled away just enough to regard her with a look akin to a worn smile. I'm okay, said his expression. I'll be fine.