Ronan may be a hulking six-foot-two beast with nigh omnipotent reality-breaking powers, but he's also a nineteen-year-old boy who just had a bad dream, and he looks a lot more like the latter as he hangs his head and scrubs his hands down his face.

"One of these swords is probably gonna drop from the ceiling right into your skull and then everyone's gonna think I'm an asshole."

But he holds out the arm that's most in dire need of bandaging, resigned to her help.