[Kovu looks back at Veemon, almost guilty. When...when he got like this, Kiara was there to help him. What would she do now?

Gently, he sets a hand on her shoulder, ready to pull it off if she doesn't like the contact. He's nervous himself, but nothing compared to her. He can't make eye contact with her though, it's too off-putting.]

Wh...Whatever it is you did, I don't think that's why you're here.