He smiles down at her, small as the expression is. He knows she'll understand it, will know just how relieved he is to see her here, unmarked and unharmed. That she truly is alright it seems and his heart aches with his relief as she takes his hand. As he laces her fingers with hers, his grip tighter than it usually would be because he needs this as well. This hold to just reassure him again that she's okay, she's alive and well and he nods, only half listening to what she says.

Following her, he makes note of the door they go through, always half thinking of a way to escape. It's unsettling after all to be inside something clearly so human, but she knows the way, quite well it seems and that eases some tension out of him. But his grip still stays strong, right until she pulls her hand free and his hand feels so empty, cold without her touch.

"I'm fine," he says quickly, old habits to always reassure someone. To not make himself the focus and instead he pays attention to her hands, the way they shake. Gently he takes them both, pressing them together with his own to hold them in place and his smile is fond as he shakes his head.

"Really, I'm fine, Is." For a moment his smile grows, the only show of his amusement. Of his relief. "I... could probably do with a bath I suppose, but I'll be okay. I had to see you first." He sighs, eyes closing as he bows his head towards her, pressing forehead to forehead as he repeats himself. "I'm fine now."