Joseph was about to hurl another barrage of insults, threats and beatings when she said his name. He blinked and released her like she'd burned him. Then he grabbed her and held her to his chest. They were both tired, hurting, and he was in enough pain to make a ringing noise in his ears. "I'm sorry...I thought you were one of them." he said, taking her face in his hands and wiping the blood from her mouth. He really had meant to punch her. "I thought they were killing you....right now." He held her for a moment, then noticed all the scratches and bites. The horse. All of their supplies! Their tent! He looked around them. The damn nag was gone. Probably for good. It didn't matter though. He had Shuck. He smiled at her, shaking his head. "How did you?" he gestured at her form. She was beautiful. Not some little shadow being, or a dog. She looked like a woman. A beautiful woman. "Is...is this what you look like? Truly?" he asked quietly, stroking the tears away from her cheek with his thumb. "...And you jumped in after me." He cradled her head in his hands, and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, but filled with gratitude, love and passion.