Moving was inadvisable. Petunia was right to flinch. Caradoc looked all the more paler for it, the coloring staining his left cheek and eye darkening in the process. He didn't care though. He needed very specific things at the moment. His mind was still trying to process his near death experience. His body still ached from what he had been through. But what his heart needed, what the conscious part of him needed, was contact. Not the contact of the past seven days, but comforting, loving contact. "Yes." he agreed, voice just as strained as the smile he had offered her was. "Stupid, but all yours." he insisted. He felt like he had aged years in the week he had been missing. Perhaps that was true, because he was serious when he said it.
"I know, love. I know." he murmured, letting out a contented sigh at the press of her lips, before shifting closer to her and carefully draping an arm around her shoulders. The pain potions seemed to he setting in now so it wasn't nearly as trying as it had been when he'd first tried to shield his eyes. "And I will. I promise. I'll listen to the Healers and get patched up right and proper." he promised, turning to press a kiss to her temple. He let his mouth stay there, breathing in the scent of her hair as he closed his eyes. There was much he wanted to tell her, so many things he wanted to say. He thought he wouldn't see her again. Hold her again. Kiss her again. The opportunity was laid out in front of him and he wanted to seize it with both hands, battered and bruised though they were. "I'm so glad you're here, Tunes." he murmured against her hair, feeling the combination of potions drawing him back under though he clung to the waking world just to see her. "I'm so glad."