"Wh--" She scarcely had enough time to gasp before she found herself pulled against him, automatically catching onto his shoulders as he held onto her. He was feverish, and had been jarred from a nightmare, but there was a ring of sincerity in his words when he spoke, and Naomi quieted.

"Jolt-san..." Once she made sure she was steady enough, she lifted a hand, smoothing down his hair, stroking as gently as she did when she washed his alt mode. "You won't. The last thing I want to do is lose you, either." She hesitated, this time willingly drawing in memories of her failed mission. "That's why I came back."