You can't know that for sure, though. [He points out, oddly gentle even as his brow furrows and his mouth draws into an unhappy line.] This might not happen again - or it might be a different sort of trap entirely next time. Or they might find some other way to stack the fight against you, all in the name of making the fight 'more exciting'-

[He realizes, dimly, that his words are coming in a nervous rush and snaps his mouth shut against the tide of them.]

I don't know that I'd do without you anymore, [he admits, softer, even as he starts up the Healing Hands spell again.] When you disappeared back to your own world, after the drift... I went a little mad. I was ready to start tearing holes in the multiverse itself to try and find you.

He's been saying all this to his hands, more or less, but now finally raises his head to look her in the eyes again.] If I have to watch you get hurt like this again, or gods forbid worse-- [And that's where his voice breaks.]