Shit. Think first, then talk. That was the proper order, remember?
"It's fine," he said instantly, moving forward on his seat.
Whatever it was, it was fine. She was okay now, and that's what mattered. Even if she was dead, well, he was kind of dead and he wasn't much worse for the wear. It was Lily's being gone that fucked him up, not him being back. There was certainly nothing wrong with what James was, unless one was partial to the whole 'unnatural abomination' line of thought. It might be impossible for James to regard himself as an unnatural abomination, though. But surely Amarissa- people didn't climb into cars, or bathtubs, with unnatural abominations. He was mostly sure, anyway. And it didn't matter because she couldn't think about him like that. Funny, how a few days in a cage had a knack for making you a bit paranoid. James pushed the thought away so forcefully he found himself on his feet.
"And I don't think anything," he clarified, hands held up innocently. Nothing that he was about to say out loud, anyway. "But no matter what's happened, it'll be okay."
Lacking anything better to do with his hands or feet, he settled for moving over to sit on the other end of couch. It didn't necessarily mean anything. Memory charms were plenty common - and a hell of a lot more likely. Ignoring the unlikely, however, rarely did anybody much good in the end.
He leveled his gaze back to hers, his voice turning more serious, "And no one's going to lock you up in that god-awful place. Not that they'd have any interest in doing that. It's probably just your memory. Hell, dark magic does crazy things, the metal in your chest could have been eating away at your brain or something."
.... because that was such a great alternative. For the moment James just focused on keeping his mouth shut.