[Chloe settled to the ground, choosing to take a certain risk and settle down well within striking distance of May. If she was going to punch her, they'd cross that bridge when it came, and her arm would probably be in a sling for a while. She reached over a hand, gingerly trying to touch, to see if the contact was welcome.]

I... do not know what is best, but I am allowed to worry. I do not want to see you hurt more. I am sorry, May. I am... I am not good at this.