He was cursed. Appropriately, considering what he had done to her. She would have been safe in those pods. But whatever was at work here had seen fit to bring her out of it, no matter what he thought of it. He ran a hand over her mussed hair, and held her still. There was a part of him that was glad for it, too. Here there was nothing to politic around. And he hadn't yet done that act she would no doubt never forgive him for. "I'm glad you're safe..." he whispered to her. "I've missed you," he added, honestly.