Dia held him. "It's fine. I'm glad you're home." She wanted to ask more but held her tongue. She could ask later. Right now she was just focused on taking care of her man.

She reached up to lightly cup his cheek. "Let's get you fed and then into bed. You're going to hurt tomorrow. You want to sit here in the kitchen or eat in bed? I'll fry you up an omelet unless you had something specific you'd like."

She carefully took his bag and set it to one side. Then grabbing his arm and looping it through hers, so she could give him that little extra support.