He froze in the middle of the doorway at the simple sight of her, at the extent of her injuries. In the rush of it all he had been foolish, oh so foolish, to believe the worst of it was a snake bite. Of course it was worse then that; you foolish man. He reached out, his hand pressing against the door frame, in order to steady himself. His sunshine was off far worse then he had allowed himself to consider.
His throat clenched up, sealing shut on him, and he had to remind himself the aspects of breathing. But then he heard her voice calling his name. Like a bullet being shot from a gun; he pushed himself from the doorway, coming right to her side.
She had been worried about him. He couldn't help but smile and resist the urge to laugh, bowing his head to avoid her gaze as the relief washed over him. He had seen far too many of their friends gone in his search for her; he had begun to reach the level of panic where the idea of her being gone as well had crept into his head.
"I'm sorry I worried you," he whispered, sniffling as he pushed his palm against his eyes, before turning his head to look at her now, forcing a smile.