She wraps her arms around his shoulders and leans her forehead against his, managing to calm herself enough to speak but still shaking like a leaf in the wind.
"You stop that nonsense right now, Soren Skwigelf. I forgive you for everything. Always. But... what happened? No one's told me... I didn't even know where you were until a little while ago. All I knew was you... you'd hurt yourself, and no one told me how... I thought..." She trails off again as tears continue to pour down her face. She'd thought a lot of things. She thought she'd find him in a hospital bed. She thought she'd have to wait for days to see whether he'd live or not. She forgets about magic -- but she remembers dozens of overdosed roadies and rockers, she remembers watching over victims of alcohol poisoning and people driven in desperation to put themselves in danger, she's seen people die before, and she'd re-played every ambulance ride, every call to 911, every broken bone and every scar in her mind all day in that windowsill.