His little wife. His true and living wife. The concern radiating from her was something he'd wanted to avoid, but he couldn't deny that some part of him relished the fact that the lovely little creature before him cared enough about him to be concerned at all about his well-being.
He shook his head to the negative when she asked if he were badly hurt. He'd been badly hurt before, and this was not it. The blood loss was the worst, but he would recover from that fairly quickly. His body had ever been fairly strong, despite the truth that had it not been, he would have probably been given the mercy of death long, long ago.
But if that were true, then he would have missed out on Christine. She was worth every bit of his past -- and more. When that golden throat talked of 'soothing' him, he smiled -- not at her, but at the thought. He didn't need anything of the sort. But perhaps she needed to do it. It was wise to let his wife have this, then. She would likely sleep easier, if she thought she were doing something helpful for him.
"Lead the way, then," he invited her. And he followed where she led.