"I can't punch anything like this anyway," he could, actually, he could even fight while carrying her on his arms. It would be difficult, it would be annoying, but it would be doable. However, now isn't the time, and that last punch only served to confirm that it's of no use anyway, a piece of wood cracking doesn't feel as satisfactory as a skull bursting open under his hand. Next time he would directly go and kill more Navy soldiers, it would probably fix it faster.

He keeps his arms around her, but he shifts and moves, leading both of them towards her bed without breaking the hug. He then sits down and guides her to be sitting on his lap, still hugged and protected... Even if that is useless now and feels like a lie when it comes from him.