He looked up into her eyes, glad she was there, offering her a smile, "I'm glad you're here."
He returned her kiss, brushing his fingers over her arm, feeling the gash in her skin. He looked over at it, "what happened?" He inquired, moving her arm to see the cut better, "you need that stitched before you lose any more blood." He didn't want to move, but he didn't want her to be in a lot of pain either.