He flushes, dully - no. No, he doesn't want her to see this, him left a battered wreck because it's infinitely preferrable to the damage he can wreak if left to his own devices when the wind howls.

But if she was here... she's already seen it. The damage is done.

And he desperately wants to hold his little girl, to know by his own hands that she's still alright.

"... Yes." There is such shame and need in his voice, and he's helpless do to much about either. He doesn't even think to twit Baze about his slip. "Yes, I would like her to come."