It almost made him wince to see her move, to think about what it must feel like to have chunks of metal wrapped in dark magic lodged inside your body. She moved like someone on the wrong end of a tussle with a troll, and it somehow seemed a miracle that she wasn't bleeding. In the back of his head was a mild fear that she'd just start spontaneously hemorrhaging.
There was something to her posture, a sort of relaxed... something, like she wasn't totally on edge, or like her guard wasn't completely up sort of struck James. It wasn't that she seemed vulnerable, she just wasn't defensive. That he was expecting her to be defensive seemed a little odd, but he tried to let the thought slip away. After all, the first time he'd come round he'd been looking for something of a fight.
Still, it was almost weird. It was disarming. She hadn't said anything about him being in her house without her present, or just letting himself in. Instead it was sleepy greetings and thank you's. He'd thought she'd be mad at him. He'd have been mad at him if he were her. What with everything that had happened, just sort of figured they were mad at each other. Except here they were.
"You're okay?" he repeated, a little dubious. "What about the uh," his hand gestured up and down the length of his chest. "Is it still..?"