He laughed, stumbling back a step under the force of her sudden hug, putting his arms around her. He was reminded of the time Marian had appeared from behind that sheet, and thrown herself in to his arms. When she'd been told by the Sheriff that he was dead.
"Hey," he said gently, holding her close as she buried her face against his shoulder. "It's okay, Heather. I'm okay. Anna's okay." He knew that second part wasn't likely as important to her. But it was the whole point of what he'd done.