Having him to come back to didn't keep her from getting hurt. Meredith's in no rush to mind him of that again, though, and there's nothing much she can say that she hasn't already. She might have to repeat it tomorrow to be sure, but for now, she loops her arms around his neck and leans back, pouting. "Fine," she says, "I'll let it go for now. But I hope you're planning on making this up to me." It's half a joke, but she doesn't want to talk again about how worried she was.