"Oh, no. I'm fine," Steve says, just a little embarrassed as he looks over at her. He really is fine; the feeling hasn't lingered. He wonders if it just might always be this way, having small things that will trigger a memory.

"Just-- I wasn't mentally prepared for the claws," he admits, rather than trying to pretend nothing had happened. He turns to look at the big cat, looking large and regal and nothing like one of those monsters, and he lifts their joined hands to press a kiss to Maeve's knuckles. "I was just startled, but I'm good, promise."