[She lets out a small, sharp exhale of relief, but it's not enough. Her brow still pinches tighter, and tears still well up in her eyes as her hands continue to caress his cheeks.]

Self-inflicted or not, you were still hurt...

[Her head falls to press against his, noses brushing, and she slams her eyes shut.]

... I am sorry. Had I been able to do something sooner, you would not have had to do that.