She could tell he was scared. It was a reasonable reaction, now that both of them knew she could hurt him badly, maybe even kill him. Even if she had no intent of doing so, she could hardly blame him.

She knelt down next to him, careful to keep her hands away. No need to make him more nervous. "Do you still need me to...fix it for you? Though I will warn you, if reshaping hurts, there will probably be a lot of pain again."

She felt a prize fool. She'd been trying to help and instead she'd hurt him far more than a temporary theft.

"If there's anything else you'd like me to do - to make up for it, I mean - please tell me. I owe you that much, for what I did to you."