[ Despite the circumstances, he can't help but let out a laugh at the solid mass of his wife suddenly against his chest. His arms wrap around her automatically, holding on tight. ]

I could ask ye the same thing, Sassenach. But I'm glad to ken ye dinna smell any different. Ye still smell like herbs.

[ And in fact, he buries his nose in her hair for a few seconds before speaking again. ]

Are ye alright?