[He squeezes her hand in return. He'd always been confident — too confident, sometimes. And so it is hard for him to believe, truly, that he could have come to such harm that those who knew him best would be so worried. But she had been, and though he wants to be comforted by her words, and by his own self-assurance (naturally, his deeds would be praised by so many), the thought sits uneasily with him.]
And yet you were so surprised to see me well. ["The brink of death," she'd said, and it rings in his ears again. Gently:] How uncertain?
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And yet you were so surprised to see me well. ["The brink of death," she'd said, and it rings in his ears again. Gently:] How uncertain?