[ He tips his head up enough that his forehead brushes against hers, smile lingering on lips that still tingle from the brush of hers.

Goddess, he wishes this was real right now. That they could actually be like this. Although he wouldn't wish her with him right now for anything in the world, so that's a halfhearted wish at best.

But he just brushes his lips against hers once more, gentle and fond. ] See? Feeling way better already. Told you. Miracle worker.

[ But he can feel the strain of remaining here wearing on him, almost like his body is already trying to drag him back to where he's trapped. He gives her fingers another squeeze, holding tight for a moment as he pulls back to scan her face, expression turning serious once more. ]

I should go back. I can practically feel this place starting to fade already, I can't hold the connection much longer. Claude will be glad to know you're safe, though. I'll tell him. And if we learn anything useful, we'll try and get it to you. Somehow.