John squeezes his fingers on his companion's before allowing himself to be guided through the portal. It is just as jarring as he had assumed it would be, but it is over just as quickly as it has begun, and it is a comfort to have Urianger's grip within his own on the journey.

Closing his eyes once they have made their way through, Lord John takes a moment to steady himself. A wave of nausea passes over him, there and gone again, and he swallows thickly before collecting himself and letting out a slow breath, glancing up at his companion with a somewhat sheepish smile and finally releasing his grip.

"Agreed. Would that it had been under different circumstances," John says, his expression sobering slightly as his eyes settle upon the damage the rift creatures have wrought upon the sleepy village. That is why they are here, after all.