Sam closed the gap between them and tucked his arm around her, kissing the side of her head. "They're fine," he replied with a slight smile. "Healing nicely, so that's good. I've been following doctor's orders. What about you?" he asked. "You know I worry about you." Not because he thought she was incapable of taking care of herself, but because she seemed to think expressing discomfort, whether it was physical or something bothering her upstairs - was a sign of weakness, or was under the false impression that no one cared. And that wasn't healthy.