"Oh stop," he said quietly, shaking his head. "There's no reason to beat yourself up. It was my mistake; I misjudged the aircurrents, and they sent us nose-down."
Standing up, he shifted to face her, gently taking her chin to hold her head steady. "At least your cheek's stopped bleeding. Can you stand?"
Salvatore stood straight and offered her his hand to help her. He couldn't help but feel bad; somehow, he'd managed to escape the chaos with barely a scratch, and Perdante was just getting beat up left and right - mostly due to his mistakes. Even as he stood there, looking down at her, his lips tingled with the warmth that hers had left so many minutes ago. If her kiss buzzed for so long in his mind...maybe principles and rules didn't matter.