[ oh, good. because he isn't moving just yet, and doesn't plan to. this is too familiar, too much like something normal to have him willing to let go. ( in a place like this, where nothing at all is like anything he knows, he clings to that which he does – and in this very moment, that alone is escha.

he would say he was sorry, but … well, he isn't. not really. ) ] I wouldn't say serious. [ he tries for a small laugh, here, just to be reassuring. ] But it definitely merits some attention. Don't worry –

[ he nuzzles her hair, smiling against the top of her head. ] We'll be okay. Get it all sorted out.

[ and get back home goes unsaid, but he hopes the implication is clear enough. ]