[Daphne immediately heals the wounds on his chest after she carefully undoes his shirt and bandages. Vaguely, the injuries look familiar, and Daphne seems to realize that he must have come back from the point he left last. The reaper, the sword. Dying.
The more she heals, the more the tears well, and when Daphne is finally done she wraps her arms around his neck for a kiss with a fair bit more desperation than usual, melting against him with a quiet sob after they part.]
I thought you were gone.
[It's whispered, burying her face into his hair, trying to quell her tears because they're stupid and she shouldn't be crying over being relieved, but Daphne comforts herself with the knowledge that her husband probably expects her to cry over everything by now.]
I looked around for hours and you weren't home, or at the hospital -- I couldn't find you.
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The more she heals, the more the tears well, and when Daphne is finally done she wraps her arms around his neck for a kiss with a fair bit more desperation than usual, melting against him with a quiet sob after they part.]
I thought you were gone.
[It's whispered, burying her face into his hair, trying to quell her tears because they're stupid and she shouldn't be crying over being relieved, but Daphne comforts herself with the knowledge that her husband probably expects her to cry over everything by now.]
I looked around for hours and you weren't home, or at the hospital -- I couldn't find you.