She had been searching for him; had been worried about where he possibly could have disappeared to. Spotting a figure on the beach, Sue almost gasped, rushing toward him. Kneeling beside him, fingers gently probed, looking for any life-threatening injuries.
"Namor," she murmured, attention turning to his face. She would need to get him back to the Baxter, would need to give him better medical attention, but she wanted to make sure he was stable, first.