"But whatever happened.... you're okay now," he said, his eyes drawn to the movement of her hand.
For lack of anything better to do (because a pat on the shoulder seemed even more ridiculous than trying to hug her or something) James slid closer and covered her hand with his, the fringe of his splayed hand resting against her side. He seriously doubted Amarissa was going to up and cry, and thank the gods for that. Nothing baffled James more than crying girls. The sorts of impulses James blindly followed when he didn't know what to do rarely led him to anything resembling a middle ground between the more popular destinations of 'brilliant' and 'miserable failure.'
"You're not in any danger." He couldn't tell if he was asking her or reminding her. "And even if you're..." don't say zombie, sweet Merlin don't say zombie, "like me, well, it's not so bad. You'd still be a person, there's nothing 'wrong' with it. But I mean really, the rest of us have lost years, decades- it's probably just your memory."
He was swiftly coming to the conclusion that this was a poor way to encourage recovery. Another day or two of resting up, of letting her body sort itself out, and a hearty dose of sleep were in order; not his own haphazard line of inquiries. Leaning over her, he took back her mug and set it down on the coffee table to help him shift their conversation.
"I shouldn't have woken you up," he decided. "This is just a bunch of talk, and pointless talk, no less. Odds are good you need to rest. If I were freshly de-skewered, I'd be wanting to rest." Slowly, his hand left her body. His smile was a bit quicker in lifting back up, "Only, you know, in a bed, like a normal person."
That had to better, a little bit of a joke. They could play this down, play it off until they had useful things like information and one of them hadn't so recently been prodded by goblins. The last of that was a thought he regretted as soon as it was loose in his brain. Nonetheless, his tone and his expression were a bit more upbeat and all he could do was hope that she was loopy enough to just follow his lead without too much coaxing. For once.