Rolfe hated it when women clutched to him like that, desperate like kitties, trying to act innocent and cute with him. When they cried, he would bolt like a hare from their vicinity. However, that night after he had fought off Obsidian Demons, and had scooped this short height, weightless woman in his arms… as soon as his arms had gone around her, in one second, every part of his world that tethered him to the present, obliterated.