Sarah let out a shaky sigh, lifting her hands to the sides of his face once both his hands were busy brushing away tears and hair. "Of course you didn't mean to, you were too busy standing between me and my problems," she murmured, closing her eyes as his lips moved over her cheeks, clinging to the reassurance of the touches as she'd clung to his hand before. Her lips found his, impatient, needy kisses that continued to confirm he was fine, each brush of fingers and lips a reassurance that all was well now. It was easier to settle, to regain some sense of sanity and stability, though she didn't doubt this would be fodder for nightmares.
"I'm just so glad you're all right," she whispered against his mouth and pulled back to look into his eyes, one hand resting at his throat, fingers over his pulse, and the other hand tangled in his hair, fingers running through it, smoothing it back. "I love you." She rested her forehead against his. "I love you so much."
Of course, the descent back to less frenzied thoughts, feeling and acts brought with it a host of questions and dawning awareness of the weight of the revelation of this power. "So anything that happens to you, you can heal it?" she asked, voice soft as she continued to run her thumb along his collarbone, fingers unconsciously tapping out the beat felt beneath them.