Whatever the Fey have done to bring him here has also made it possible for the living to touch him. The warmth startles him out of his spiral and he jerks his head up to look at her.

He looks at her hand, then to her face again. A lot of people. Hmm. He thinks of the speech he just sped away from. It's not just him. For once, it's not his fault. Well. That makes him feel a little better. But only a little.

"You're very warm," he informs her. "It's nice."