[Blake's eyes close, and he looks like the weight of the Taj Mahal just slid off his shoulders.] Thank Christ. I thought you were...

[From what she'd told him about where she came from, if she'd gone back there, he knew the odds were good that she was dead.]

...doesn't matter what I thought. The important thing is you made it.

[He opens his eyes and smiles. It's the kind of expression that doesn't happen to his face real often.]

Course you did. You're pretty tough for a little squirt.