He nods, without speaking for a moment - placing his hand on her shoulder, letting some of his Light flow between them. It is less than he could usually manage, but there is still anger and Dark clouding his mind.

There is gratitude, in his touch.
Love.
And apology.

"I would not have knocked, if I had known Heqet and the babe were here," he whispers. "But I did not know what else to do, except find you."

Not only to seek aid to heal his injuries, but simply to find her. Protect her.