He hadn't had a chance to even see where she was when she appeared at his side. It took him a bit by surprised; he knew she would be worried, but he hadn't thought she'd be that worried. But then reminded himself of the worry he had experienced the other night; clearly the shoe was on the other foot tonight.
"I'm fine, love," he replied with a smile, reaching out to hug her. His arms protested a little bit, a dull ache still lingering there from all the running the night before, but holding her close again was worth it. "Really, just a few new scratches, nothing major. A bit cold, but that'll straighten itself out in due time."
He gave a deep sigh, feeling thankful to be back inside where it was warm and cozy. It was then he noticed the delicious smell that hung in the air that had nothing to do with Tonks being so close to him. He glanced over into the small kitchen and noticed the pot on the stove. He was pleasantly surprised by the site.
"You cooked dinner," he said with a smile, trying not to sound too surprised. Truthfully he was shocked, but it was probably the sweetest thing she could have done.