Shit. He knew he'd been insensitive and he wished, fuck but he wished he could take it all back and just start over from the moment the girls had been found out in the woods. He'd have lifted Romilda in his arms and held her close and whispered how much he loved her over and over again until her tears dried and she smiled. It was too late for that, though. But he could make up for it now. Vaulting over the bed instead of walking around it like a normal human being, he caught her in his arms and crushed her to his chest.
"I'm sorry, Romilda. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to yell at you, but you scared the hell out of me. I didn't sleep last night. I almost came out and looked for you then, but I don't know shit about that forest or locator charms. I'm so glad you're okay, and I know you're not really okay, but you're here and you're alive, and I was so worried you were...were..." he couldn't say anymore. He just held her, breathing her in, praying this was real and that she would forgive him.