She frowned before stepping forward and hugging him, resting her head on his chest. "You gave me a concussion," she said, her voice muffled. "The least you could do is not be a *squee!* about it."
"Because you're sad and grumpy and stupid, and I don't want you to be that way. Don't feel badly, Zad. I asked you to attack me. Now I know that I have to try harder."
"Please don't feel badly, Zaddy," she repeated. "Whatever you've done, Michael will do 10 times worse."
"I asked you to," she replied quietly, hugging him tighter. "I asked you to. You warned me, and I asked you to. It's okay."