An actual apology is... also an adequate apology. Anders' chest squeezes and then his arms go tighter around Hawke like he wants to mirror the feeling.

"I worry about you whether you're conscious or not," he murmurs, kisses Hawke quickly because he's still upset and still glad that Hawke is alive and, really, it's all a bit much, feeling all of this to the intense degree that he does. "I forgive you, anyway," he says, one hand sliding over Hawke's waist and actually clutching there, feeling the general lack of spare flesh. It's not really a health check up at all.

"What happened, though?" he asks finally, since he thinks that might be a clearer window to any possible side effects.