Arms wrapped tight around him, Meredith rests her face against his shoulder. What she should or shouldn't have done doesn't matter, she needs this now, heart hammering in her ears, caught somewhere between relief and belated panic. "You're okay?" she asks, muffled against his shirt. How she thought she could put up with him doing this kind of thing for a living, she isn't sure, though it might be easier to bear when she's not in earshot, but that's something to deal with another time. All that matters now is that he's back and in one piece.