Now that Sean's pretty sure she isn't going anywhere, Meredith's continued concern comes as less of an annoyance. It's something of a comfort, really. Bad things happen to him when he doesn't have somebody at home to worry about him, somebody out there who cares.

"I c'n manage if ye can," he murmurs, tipping his head to press a soft kiss to her neck and ignoring the twinge of pain that comes with it.