[He doesn't flinch, letting her get her bearings enough to recognize him before making any further movements. Once she relaxes, he approaches. He's replaced his damaged clothes with new ones, covering up most of his changes however-- not all things can be hidden.]

Don't worry it's just me. I'm glad to see you safe. I was... worried about you. You really shouldn't wander around like this.

[It's a gentle nagging that comes from a place of love and concern. From a bag he produces the clothes he brought for her and holds them out to her.]

Here. I... wanted to give these to you before, but-- well, it seems like now is probably the best time after all.