...Someone told me here, that eyes are the windows to the soul. [ Metaphorically speaking. Her lips curl to a smile. ] If that's how it is in other worlds... yours must be truly beautiful.

[ She breathes, and with it is a sigh of relief. The worst has passed for him, but still she holds him, smiling at him graciously. No admiration is spared for his existence, his presence that he is here. Her eyes shine as she gazes at him. She leans in, once more bringing to rest her forehead against his. ] I am grateful that you are here...

[ She will thank the gods, too, for him existing at all. The gods here, and those of his own world. ]