There was no way that Patrick would miss that tensing though. His eyes widen just a bit and he murmured a quiet, "Sorry." Too much of what he did was instinct, reflex. Control was still a very, very steep learning curve for him. He lifted his hand to settle atop the one of Hawa's at his shoulder and turned his concentration into shifting the metaphorical car of his magic into neutral, not tamping the magic back but calming it.