Tsundere?

The old Dwarven woman's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze hazy at first, then slowly focusing. She blinked a few times, a soft groan escaping her lips.

"Myra…?" Durnik whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears, hope and fear warring in his gruff eyes. He knelt beside the cot, his calloused hand reaching out hesitantly to touch her cheek.

"Durnik…?" Myra murmured, her voice weak but clear. She turned her head slightly, her eyes finding his. A faint, tired smile touched her lips. "You look… like you haven't slept in days, you stubborn old goat."

Tears finally spilled from Durnik's eyes, tracing paths through the soot on his weathered face. "Myra! Oh, my Myra! You're… you're awake!" He gently took her hand, pressing it to his lips, his broad shoulders shaking with emotion. "I thought… I thought I'd lost you."