What was she talking about. He felt great, evidently. Just wonderful. Didn't people often feel that way after getting blown out of the air and then... well, he wasn't sure what was 'then' yet, but probably something along the lines of falling across the sky and, he could only guess, her catching him.

"No," he breathed, his hand curling a little tighter around her arm. Not that his hold would ever stop her. She could easily pull from it without so much as struggling. But then he wasn't holding onto her to force her to be close. "It's fine, I don't need it. Just... just stay here. Stay."

it hadn't been that long since he last saw her, there was no reason to miss her this much, but... well, the last time he did, he was pretty much rushing to his death. He didn't think he'd ever get this chance again.

He breathed deeply when she answered his question, eyes closing in relief for a moment before he was knitting his eyebrows in confusion again. "Wait, hold on. Then— how did I get here?" And as his eyes turned a little more towards the room —too clean, too pristine, too strange, his own plain clothes looking pretty much the same—, another question came to mind. "And where is 'here' exactly?"