There's a grunt as they collide -- it's easy to forget sometimes that for as delicate as she looks, she's still a minotaur -- but it quickly spills into relieved laughter as his feet find the floor again.

Then, she's getting squeezed back. Happily. He hadn't truly expected to see any of them again, and to get this second chance is beyond what he could have hoped for. Where they ended up as a result doesn't really matter. They've survived worse, all of them.

"I'm alright," he assures her, drawing back to look at her with a faint crinkle at the corners of his eyes. "You? I haven't seen you, any of you, in..."

Well. Doesn't matter now, does it?