[She hears him before she sees him and when he slips in cautiously she can feel something in her chest loosen, a sense of relief that washes over her.]

Hi.

[She notes the way he looks her up and down and she does the same to him, physically he looks fine, clean and showered but his eyes are tired and filled with a sort of frantic concern that touches her heart because she's the source of that concern.]

Sore. What about you? Are you okay?