It's...jarring, seeing her so worried and doting. Some part of him is touched, but a larger part of him is concerned. She hasn't been tended to after her ordeal, and she's shutting out support.

So when he walks back to her, he just wraps his arms around her -- even through the discomfort of his wounds -- and holds her tight, nestling his nose in her hair.

"I'm alright," he promises, low and gentle. "The magic is taking. But I'll sleep better knowing you're taken care of too, hmm?"