Mia caught him by surprise, that was the only way he could explain away the slight flinch at her appearance and hand reaching up to grab what he was aiming for. “Sorry,” he murmured apologetically, as he held his aching arm against him.
By all rights he shouldn’t be feeling this bad, especially not after being healed; exhaustion he could explain, but the returning aches were starting to make him wonder if something had happened while he’d been out after he was taken. He shook the feeling away as overthinking as he focused on Mia and the emotions he could see below the surface.
“C’mere,” Was all he said before gently pulling her into his one armed embrace; putting her head beneath his chin as he rubbed his arm up and down her back slowly. “I’m sorry for scaring you Mi,” he whispered into her hair, planting a kiss amongst dark tresses. “But I’m okay - I’m going to be okay.”
Pulling back slightly, without letting her go, he gave her a weak smile. “You know I’m not the best patient in the world.” He mused, before adding almost too softly for her to hear. “Also didn’t fancy being alone upstairs after…” he trailed off, remembering what had happened the last time he had gone upstairs to try and recharge. He kissed her forehead again. “I’ll be okay,” he repeated, wondering who he was trying to reassure more.
She had to suck in a breath and hold it there when she felt his arm around her. Trying desperately not to cry only seemed to make it harder not to do so. “Deberías estar,“ she mumbled against his chest. (you should be.) “ No puedo perderte. “ I can’t lose you. She leaned back, lower lip wobbling, big brown eyes lifting to his green ones. “But you're not okay, and I didn’t know if you were going to be... And it was different, it’s different from seeing you beat up from fighting in a ring, this is... This...” she dipped her eyes, looking over his injuries, gentle hands settled on his hips, too scared to squeeze him in-case it hurt.
His hug, the soft kisses to her hair, they did aid in helping her stay somewhat calm, but even still, she felt panicked. Those awful images she’d cooked up in her own disastrous head of him lying dead in some demon dimension ditch. “Yeah well that’s just gonna be tough shit, you are a patient and you’re gonna do as I say. You don’t have to go back upstairs. There’s a fluffy sofa just a few steps away.” Babbling a little, she nodded, lifting a hand to press lightly against his chest. “You better be.” And back with the glassy eyes and wobbly lip. She had always tried to teach him little bits of Spanish, but in-case he couldn’t translate it... “I can’t lose you. I can’t do it. Okay?”
