There is, almost certainly, some gentler way to break the news that he isn't dead after all. But he hadn't wanted to stop and think about it and make her wait longer in it.

That said, the state of her face immediately distracts him from whatever words he was about to try. Without pausing to think about it, he reaches out to catch one treacherous tear track she hasn't scrubbed away. It smears under his thumb. "Ennaris, you're unwell." His fingers are warm and solid and evidence that he really is there, standing in front of her. There's even something perhaps a bit absurd about his immediate concern for her when he was the one who has been assumed dead for weeks.

For all that, the concern is clearly genuine and has pushed any other strategy for beginning the conversation clean out of his head.