Nico shrank back from the rage and pain on his face. Whatever he was caught in the grips of, he was caught in it but good. Shouting at him wouldn't do anything. Heck, if she waited too much longer to do something, he might start swinging.

She rocked back on her heels, bent her knees, and dove forward, wrapping her arms around him and being glad that his helmet meant that he couldn't try and bite her in this state.