[ She makes the decision for the both of them by throwing her arms around him. His response is instinctive, holding her as tightly as he can without being afraid of hurting her. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just squeezes his eyes closed, her hair brushing his cheek. It instantly becomes easier to breathe, part of the rock of worry that's been sitting heavy in his stomach loosening and coming free. She's here, she made it. It makes him wildly hopeful for a moment. Now there are two of them, it feels more solid. It wouldn't be right to split the group like this.

( And they're survivors, he knows that. Of course they'll have made it. ) ]

I'm fine.

[ Apart from feeling dirty and tired, he really is. He got off easy. ] Are you? A lot of people crashed, it was --. [ A mess. If he closes his eyes all he can see is licking flame and rising smoke. ] But you're okay? [ He needs confirmation, he needs to be there for her if Gansey can't. ]

No, it's just been me. But if they're here we'll find us.

[ He looks away from her once to glance around the forest, noting the strange faces grouping around the trees. ] They'll be here. Somewhere.