[The fact that she hadn't recoiled and seems just as unwilling to let go of him as she is of her really shows how much she cares about him. She doesn't care, honestly, because he's here and alive and God, why couldn't she have met him before she met Yusef? How would things have been different?

She does peel herself back to kiss him, gentle and affectionate and so, so relieved.]

Yes, how dare you get back in one piece? [She kisses his nose and frowns at the scratches on his face. They look like claw marks, and a part of her quails at the idea of what he'd been through.] And I'm guessing you haven't bothered to get these looked at. Is Peter alright?