"I know you weren't," she answered, her voice quiet. "I'm not blaming you. And I'm honestly not angry, I promise. But I am scared for you." The carefree, flippant, always up to no good parts of him... She loved them. She truly did. At times, she even enjoyed them, took part. It was how they'd come together so easily, when other young girls barely even spoke to their betrothed. She enjoyed that spark in him. But not when it meant throwing caution to the wind and ignoring all the warnings.
"We've lost friends here already. If I lost you..." She lifted his hand, kissing his knuckles gently. "We're going to get through this, though. You'll see. A few days in here to make sure you're healing all right and we'll have you home and tucked into bed." She tried to sound confident instead of like the terrified child she felt like.