[Her expression is slack, and it takes her a moment to fully realize the meaning behind those words. She breathes a quiet oh, and then tightens her grip around his waist, hunkering down against him. Suddenly she doesn't want to bother him with the fact that up until ten seconds ago she was gonna ask him to throw his boot at her head and tell her to go kiss a boy on the mouth.]
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...I'm glad you're okay.