He's happy when she doesn't protest and instead just lets him hold her. She probably needs to be held a good deal longer, what with all she's been through.

When she moves to go to the door, he squeezes her to him once more before he lets her go. And while she does that, he moves another chair over with his good arm, smiling at her teasing. "Alas, you've found me out, and it would be a shame to waste it." But he catches her arm after she sets the tray down, squeezing it once more. "Thank you." For eating. For taking care of him. For trusting him.

And he's tired, as he settles back into the chair, but his heart is so much lighter than it's been in days.