Finding him safe at home, Grace's first instinct is to scold, annoyed he kept her waiting, more so because she worried and she doesn't want him to know that. It's silly when he knows how she cares for him, when she's worried about him before, but she can't help it. It's hard to let these things show yet. Or, anyway, it's hard not to try and hide them.

"Where have you been?" she asks, stepping inside, but she leaves it at that when she gets a better look at him, her eyes widening slightly. Of course he's sorry, she knows it, she believes him, but it's more than that. Something isn't at all right. For a moment, she's afraid he's found out something dangerous for them both, heard that someone knows they're here, but it passes quickly. If that had been the case, he wouldn't be here; he'd have come and found her immediately.

She drops her purse to the floor, her arms outstretched before she's even reached him. "What happened? Are you alright?" He looks frightfully pale and shaky, and she finds herself hoping he's just caught cold, that it's as simple and harmless as that.