Wanting so much to impress his father, Niles prepared to demonstrate a roundhouse kick.

"You sense your assailant's presence." He explained. "You feel your body in the space. Know where your opponent is. And when you're ready... you strike!"

Not realizing that Daphne was standing behind him, Niles kicked forcefully, knocking Daphne onto the table. The tray she'd been carrying flew into the air, sending snacks flying across the room. She fell onto the table and within seconds, Martin jumped out of his chair and rushed to help her.

Niles however, could only stare at his angel, his mouth open in horror.

"What have I done?"

"Are you all right, Daphne?" Martin was asking.

"Yes!" she replied.

Niles almost fainted with relief.

"Really?"

Daphne winced, indicating that her word had been untruthful.

"No! I-I landed on my wrist! It's really throbbing!"

Once more, Niles' dizziness returned.

"Go get her some ice, Niles!" Martin ordered.

Niles rushed to the kitchen and with trembling hands, grabbed the ice pack from the freezer. His throat was dry and his eyes were quickly filling with tears, but he willed them away.

He could feel his heart racing as he returned to the living room to find Daphne sitting in a chair at the table, and he gently placed the ice pack onto her swollen wrist.

Amazingly she smiled at him.

"Thank you, Dr. Crane."

Before he could even begin to apologize, Frasier entered the living room completely oblivious to what had just happened.

"You know Dad, perhaps you're right. Maybe I am too sensitive."

The phone rang, but Frasier headed straight for the kitchen, past, Niles and Martin who were tending to Daphne's injury.

"Daphne, could you get that please?"

The three looked at Frasier in horror.

With an irritated sigh, Daphne rose from her chair. "Fine, I'll get it. It's not like I have anything better to do!"

But Niles stopped her. "No. Stay right there."

"I"ll get the damn phone!" Martin said, taking a moment to glare at his eldest son who was busying himself in the kitchen.

As Martin answered the phone, Niles gently coaxed Daphne into her seat.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Thank you Dr. Cra-oohhh."

When she winced again, her pained expression tore at his heart. With great care, he removed the ice pack.

"It's starting to swell. Perhaps you should have this looked at."

"Oh no. I'm fine, really. I just...oooohhhhh..."

Momentarily forgetting about his anxiety, Niles put his arm around Daphne for support and gently helped her to stand.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Just come on."

"Where in the hell are you going?" Frasier demanded, suddenly finding interest in what was going on in the living room. "Niles, Daphne has work to do!"

Martin scoffed. "So much for being sensitive."

"Dad, I-."

"Go on Niles, you don't owe Fras an explanation. I'll fill him in. Just take care of whatever needs taking care of."

Niles smiled at his angel. "Or in this case, whom."

Ignoring her protests, he helped Daphne with her coat and then ushered her out the door.