These moments somehow stretch out and feel as if they last too long - far longer than they truly do. As an immortal, time has a different meeting to him, but never has it felt so terrifying as in these moments where he's thought he might lose her (again and again though the gardens were the first, and all of Hell suffered the consequences of his wrath and grief before even the memory of her was taken).

Wrath is there. He wraps his arms around her as soon as he is close enough, gathering her to him. Her body presses against his chest, reassuring him that she is there, she is alive (her heart beating within her chest, her breath let out in an exhale). He utilizes what power he managed to draw from this Hell and his short time away from the Motherless to transvenio away to a quieter section of Hell.

As soon as they are there, as soon as he is certain there is no further threat against her, he pulls back only enough to look at her. His hand lifts to frame at her face.

"Emilia?" The question resounds within the sound of her name (the worry, the fear, Are you okay?)