Gently and carefully, she reached a hand to cup his unbruised cheek, lightly brushing her thumb across his cheekbone. "I'm just glad you're alive." She said, not wanting to make comment on it. She could see what he was already doing to himself and that wasn't what she wanted.
"He's...He's gone then?" She asked hesitantly. She didn't look away from his face, though the pain she saw there made her want to a little. She ought to have done more. To have tried harder. To have gotten there sooner.