[That she allows him even that much is a relief. Things obviously aren't alright; they're still here, still essentially being forced to get married, and he's no happier about that than she is.]

Yes. Once we get home, we'll do all this on our own terms. [Maybe not right away, even, he wouldn't blame her in the least for wanting to wait, to let the memories of this wretched place fade a little.] On our own time.

[He makes one final sweep over her form with the Healing Hands spell, then, as if it could soothe away her unhappiness like it did her physical hurts. If only.] In the meantime... let's at least get you out of this hospital, shall we?