"I am in no hurry." He shrugs a bit, trying not to draw too much attention to the lean cut to his torso and sharp angle to his jaw. He was as he'd been when he'd first woken in her bed- and the memory does make his smile warm just that much more. She'd handled it quite well, all told.

He was about to ask if she remembered that morning as well when her fingers slip up to his lips. Normally he'd be cheeky enough to press a kiss there, but it would not be appreciated at the moment. H remains still and silent until she grins in turn, and all is well. He loops his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a quick hug.

"Of course I'm alive. I would not be standing here, looking for shirts otherwise."