Justin watched her, silently, not sure what to say. He felt useless, just as he had so many times since this had started. Useless to help Ella at her worst moments while she'd been sick. Useless to do anything for Milicent once she'd been brought in. Useless to do anything about their child, or to help Ella come to terms with losing her. Useless in so many ways.
That was something he could do, however. Gladly. He climbed into the bed with her and held her close, as gently as possible, resting his cheek on the top of her head. He was so bloody relieved to have her back. Even sick and grieving. She was awake, and his, and he wouldn't have to worry that he'd never get the chance to hold her again.
"I missed you," he said, loud enough to be heard, but soft enough she could drift off to sleep if she needed to. She was still sick, and she'd need her rest so she could get strong enough to come home again. "So did Ella. She's doing so much better now."