He realized all too late that he touched her shoulder- his mind too clouded at the fact that the girl who had just obliterated shadows with the call of the Messiah- and now collapsing under the weight of her spell; or this place- needed help.

Messiah meant sacrifice. Messiah meant letting go of the world for the greater good-

His hand twitched under her touch, as if alluding to the fact that he wanted to let go- not wanting to push her boundaries.

So when he felt her tremble he steeled his nerves and kept his hand there.