Petunia resisted the urge to start crying again. She'd already done enough of that when he first arrived and after he'd fallen asleep. No. She was going to keep herself together. Somehow. Still, her expression didn't look any less pained or upset. She couldn't help it. She didn't know how to keep her face blank when everything felt like it was falling apart.
She was worried and she couldn't stop being worried. Not when he sounded so broken. "Of course you're back here. You wouldn't dream about me if you were back home. Or hallucinate me. You don't even know me." He voice cracked when she said the last sentence. She knew it was true and that she had to live with it, but Caradoc didn't know her back home. That was true. Neither of them knew each other. She probably wouldn't have liked him if she did. She leaned over to press a kiss to his hand.
"And you aren't going to die. Not if we have anything to say about it." Her free hand moved to smooth his hair back.