Big fat faker or not, Aradia gives a huge sigh of relief to find out that he's not actually hurt. But if he wants to play that game!

It's as much theatrics as her shivering that gets her leaning over him, one hand touching his cheek lightly, the very picture of concern with big dark sad eyes and a quaver in her voice that is more from trying not to laugh than anything else. Though it probably sounds suitably torn up.

"But how will I go on without you?"