He gives out a gentle oof as she tackles him, knocking out the little wind that was left in his lungs. But he offers the hug back - the sort of tight, unrestrained hug that marks him as a man who gives his own often - and gives her a comforting Pat after she pulls away to punch him.

Then he winces a little dramatically and offers her a rueful grin.

“All I did was run - creature who travels through sand can’t run through rock. Don’t worry. No desperate heroics, just very good at running.”

The smile pulls a little wider, and he can’t help but think that in a different situation he would absolutely kiss her - if he didn’t have to worry about being stuck here and having to rely on each other as a group for who knows how long. If this was a jaunty vacation with a clear and easy escape route? Then sure, why not go for it. As it is, maybe better not to immediately complicate his life.

So instead he just gives her another hug - to reassure her, then gestures back to the camp with his head.

“Let’s not tempt it back. I could drink a moon dry.”