If they'd known what Chip was thinking right then, they would have simply reassured them. Blade and claw and fang, fire and seething light, have torn them asunder and left their body unmarked and unmarred. They're not that easy to kill; they know the exact limits of their own existence.

They...do tilt their head, confused as to why Chip seems so ashamed; it's a stark contrast to their excitement of before. They don't understand what has changed, for them to be ashamed of.

But here is someone in need of comfort. They balance carefully on Chip's arm rather than hop down from their hand, one small hand gripping tightly to their friend's shoulder as they reach out to their still-ducked head.

They give Chip a soft pat. There, there. It's okay. It's okay. Any imagined transgressions are solidly forgiven, whatever they happen to be.