He covers Jacob's hand briefly with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze before he turns back around and braces both hands against the branch. Perhaps even more than the familiar view and his beloved village below, the fresh air is rejuvenating. A gust of wind tugs at his hair, and he closes his eyes as he breathes it in. How a room can create something that feels so real, he's not sure he could ever hope to understand.

But it's good.

They'll be all right.

"Has the room shown you anything?"