He had been half asleep where he sat, but as soon as he felt her hand on his he turned with full awareness. The exhaustion that he'd been keeping at bay for weeks was pushed back even further and he smiled, turning to squeeze her hand in both of his. "Hey," he whispered, lifting her hand to his lips to press a warm kiss to her knuckles.<br/><br/>"TRIM reported that you should be all good. A hundred percent, or close to. Might have been a shitty ride to get you here, but I managed anyway." He stood to kiss her on the forehead, then the lips, lingering for a few long minutes before he sat back down. He shook his head slowly and sighed again, leaning back in the chair. "I still can't quite believe you're here. That you're safe and sound and whole. I'm a lucky man, Lia... beyond lucky at this point." He could act now. Now that she was safe, he could begin to do as he'd promised. He would apologize to Natya for making her share the load, not too profusely, but still... it was time for Carson to pick up the pieces of what he'd begun to put together and finish what he'd started. "How well do you feel? Do you think you can walk, or do you need to rest more?"