Time seems to stretch out into a small eternity while he waits to see what happens. His fingers of the hand on his cheek curl in on themselves, and as his anxiety builds, he tries not to give into the urge to nervously bite on his fingers. It doesn't quite work, although his fingers there don't want to stay still for very long, and wind up shifting to rubbing at his neck in an antsy sort of way. He's still holding her with his other arm, although it's awkward for him to keep his hand against the side of her face for very long, and he winds up shifting it to help steady her.

As she opens her eyes, a weight lifts from his chest - and he grins at her in outright relief. It may take a little bit of time, but he knows everything will be okay. "Aye," he says huskily, trying to work around a lump that's gone and developed in his throat. "I'll thank any other goddesses around here to stay out of our business, myself."

By all rights, he should let her go and allow her to sit up on her own, but now that they're here he doesn't want to. He lets his other hand drop down, gently smoothing her hair away from her face. Before he can think better of it, he leans in, brushing a kiss against her lips. It's soft and sweet, allowing her the chance to pull back if it's not what she wants to do.