Apologies?

[The weary king turns to Maketh briefly and shakes his head.] There's no need for apologies. I'm quite fortunate to see my dear son again.

[A pitiful sigh escapes him once he finds someplace to sit. He needs to rest lest he wishes to cause further injury. Regis is a strong man but his strength has limits.]

I never thought I would ever see Noctis again.