"You think so?" There's a soft note of hope in his voice. If Doc and Malcolm aren't here, then maybe that means they're okay. Or as okay as either of them will be in the wake of whatever just happened.

He gets his feet under him again, easing himself upright slowly, almost experimentally. Nothing else knots up, though he still feels bruised all over. Once she's on her feet, he pulls her into a hug, the embrace just as much for his sake as for hers.