( he releases her an' puts his hands on her shoulders, just so's he can make eye contact on the matter. )

Listen. It ain't your fault you didn't know. You don't owe me any manner of apology for an accident, you hear?

( he's soft, but ain't no less firm on the point. he'd never in a million years blame her or anyone for that. he gently steers her to a spot near the fire an' gives her a little push to sit down. death's traumatic enough when it's your own, but bein' taken to another time an' place an' experiencin' someone else's emotions wholesale as if they're your own an' then bein' summarily yanked on back out ain't a pretty thing on the mind. a touch'a shellshock's to be expected.

he sits down beside her, takes both her hands in his to keep them warm, rubbin' them a bit to keep the blood flowin'. he ain't wearin' his coat, or he'd offer that too. )

I don't mind you knowin'. Ain't nothin' that happened I wouldn't'a told you anyway for the askin', all right?