"What-- what's wrong?" Don't think she didn't notice that wince, Kobra. "What stuff? What do you remember?" Her grip on him loosens considerably but she doesn't dare let go.

The apologies have her worried. He seems so shaken and hurt? Is he hurt? She wants to look him over but she doesn't want to move. Right now logical, cool, and collected Lydia has been replaced with an over-emotional, slightly manic version that's just thankful he came back to her.

"It's okay. Shhhh, shh, it's okay. You're okay." She reaches up to smooth his hair and kisses the side of his face. "Never do that to me ever again."