Lavellan would have taken him out at the knees, had he been standing. As it is, he just about has time to see her coming and to try and struggle to his feet to meet her— he only gets about halfway, and then her weight has him right back on his ass again.

Then again, she did have that effect on people: he wasn't immune.

"Hey now..." He's returning the embrace as best he can, patting her shoulders with his broad, scarred hands, "Hasn't been all that long, has it? Or— ah, shit. I'm alright now."