He was wrapped up on his left ankle and had a long contusion on his right side, but his eyes were clear, and he sat up.
Iris covered the distance between the entrance to the passage and Veylor in about four seconds, at which point she stopped just short of him and stood for a moment looking at him with an expression that contained too many things to be readable as a single emotion.
"You're a fucking idiot!" she said with a loud tone, and then she gave him a hug.
"Iris..." Veylor said. "I know... I'm sorry about that..."
"I was so worried...! I thought I was going to lose you!"
"I know." He reached up and took her hand. "Sorry for making you worried."
She stayed there for one more moment, then went down on her knees and wrapped her arms around him in the careful, deliberate way of someone being precise about not making injuries worse and said nothing else.
