Jack smiled as Vaka spoke, she was alright. Knocked silly, but alright. He hugged her close to him, burying his face in her shoulder.
"Oh, thank God, Vaka. I thought I'd lost you." he murmured, pulling away. He brushed away strands of her hair, looking for any injuries.
"I think you might've hit your head when I'd dropped you. Do you feel any swelling? Bleeding? How many fingers am I holding up? I want to make sure you don't have a concussion. Does anywhere else hurt? Can you remember your name?" he asked, checking her over for bruises and injuries, not the slightest bit embarrassed when he put his hand under her shirt to check her breathing and heart beat. He put his other hand over his heart.
"Your lungs feel normal, and your heart feels the same as mine. Here, let me check your wrists and ankles. If those bastards hurt you in any way at all." he grumbled, his face darker behind his mask.