"I'm happy to see you, too," he breathed, glad beyond words that she seemed alright. "I'm sorry I didn't make it into St. Mungo's to see you, but luckily your stay wasn't long enough for that. Well, if I hadn't," he shook his wrist with a wince, "I would have," he made a face.
"How are you feeling? They best have been the absolute best with you or else I don't mind smacking around kindly old Healers," he was joking, mostly. As he spoke, he opened the bottle of wine and poured them each a glass.
"How does steak sound for dinner? Rare? With thing crispy frites?" He put on an exaggerated French accent to make her laugh.