Vesna had been anxiously dithering about the bed, checking his wounds every minute and spasmodically rocking in her chair as she waited to see if he would wake up. He began moving and she was immediately by his side, the main reason he couldn't get up was her angrily pushing him back down. She was speechless through his sleepy mutterings, her emotions a complex mix of relief and worry and fury and happiness and misery all in one which he really wasn't helping with. Eventually when he commented on her appearance it was enough to break her silence and she slapped him across the face. 

"I hate you! How dare you! You leave without saying goodbye after calling me a sadist and then you dump your dying corpse at my door?! I was so worried... I really hate you!"

She tried to get conviction in her voice but it didnt work all that well when she had tears streaming down her face and she was clutching at his undershirt like her life depended on it. She growled angrily at herself before slumping down in the bed next to him. "Everyone will live, although Torkost will loose his leg... you almost died just so we are clear. they ran you completely through. You better thank me, Vkarshdan."