He sits as requested, leaning back, but as his glance travels over his own sore and bruised body, his breath hitches. Caspian leans forward and reaches for her wrist, then pulls her up on her knees, towards him, clasping her to him in a hard embrace as he pushes his face into the crook of her neck, shuddering hard. A moment later, hot tears smear the creamy, soft skin of her neck and shoulder, while he takes hard, shaking breaths, unwilling to let her go.