She doesn't stop stroking his hair but it takes a moment before she can speak. A surge of emotion choking her. It's always the same fears, just variations on a theme really. Fear of dying, fear of what they've had to do to stay alive, fear of what they were capable of. She understands fear. Not the immediacy of a knife blade or an arrow piercing her skin, but she knows blood and she knows suffering and it's all the same in the end. She just hadn't expected to find it here. She hadn't expected to hear those words coming from his lips.

"You're alive, John. You're alive and you're safe here with me. And I'm going to keep you safe now, alright?" She kisses the hand she's holding and then kisses his forehead before letting him go so she can lift his shirt and check the damage. She can see blood through the bandage but it still looks contained which is a relief. She doesn't think he's reopened the wound. "I'm going to change the dressing and get you a pill for the pain. I'm not going to leave the room. Will you be ok for a minute, sweetie? Just a minute, I promise."