He lets her take his face in her hands and hold him still so she can look him over, doesn't fight her on it, just lets his arms settle comfortably around her waist. It's strange that she's so petite, at least physically, because he's used to the idea of her being much, much larger. But it's nice, he likes how she fits comfortably in his arms.

I saw the doctor and everything. And got a right dressing-down for his trouble, too. But apart from some mild neural strain, he was apparently just fine with a little rest.

He manages not to focus on the trouble he got into for not breaking the connection while he still could. He doesn't want her to think about that, because he knows she's going to blame herself and that much was definitely not her fault. The decision was all on him.