A broken hand would have been a welcome trade for having his mate beside him, and with enough strength to do it; under the circumstances he'll take what he can get, and satisfy himself (...mostly) with the knowledge that she's much stronger now than she was even a few hours ago.

He wants so badly to wrap his arms around her again, but he's not sure how much he can do without hurting the surgical wound, even just by putting pressure on higher muscles. Instead he just curls his arm beneath hers and grips her hand firmly with his own, a physical reassurance that he will stay right where he is until she tells him otherwise.

"I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs into her hair, closing his eyes. Even leaving her side long enough to fetch her humans has been torture, but Omega knows they're more help than he is, no matter how frustrating that may be. After a moment, his fingers do slip just a touch lower, the barest ghost of a touch beneath her ribs.

"How bad does it hurt you?"