Megan wasn't sure whether or not actually seeing the wound made her feel any better. She was relieved, of course, that it wasn't as serious as she was imagining but the concern was still there. It was evident when she returned her hand to his knee and leaned in closer to get a better look at it. The short comment he accompanied revealing it with had her lifting her head, a look of admiration and care there as she offered him a small smile. "Well, I'm glad you won and that it wasn't serious." Gently squeezing his knee then, she pulled her hand away once more but this time the loss of contact wasn't for long.
The tight grip on her heart eased the moment she felt his hand on her cheek. Megan was quick to lean into the touch, a soft noise of relief escaping as she moved back to him. Megan had been so sick with worry, so twisted up at the thought of losing him, that to have him pull her back like he did when he was younger had a rush of relief coursing through her. Following his lead, she pressed closer, going so far as to climb into his lap. Settling with a leg on either side of his waist, she ignored the fact that it caused her dress to ride up and instead tangled her hands in his hair and kissed him, the desperate relief evident. When she broke away, it was only to press kisses along the line of his jaw before catching his lips once more.