[ She gives him a teary smile, but rubs at her stinging eyes with a hand for a moment. ]

I know you were. I'm grateful for it. I was just worried for you.

[ The effects she had seen that night when facing the cult had been terrible in entirely new ways. Familiar faces caught between varying levels of sickness, losing themselves to the Cwyld. That he'd fallen ill so soon after...

But she just gives him another squeeze, trying instead to focus on the part that he was healed and out, if still looking a little worse for wear. ]

Don't be sorry. I'm glad you're here now. Shall we go home?