He flickered in at her touch, standing at the opposite side of the bed from Jaenelle and resting a hand at Surreal's shoulder.

He brushed a kiss over her forehead before looking to Jaenelle, a small bow. "Lady Jaenelle." Softer smile. "Surreal."

Exhausted, almost drained, but his eyes are bright and clearer that they've been in several days. His face is drawn and pale but his posture is strong, and his hands don't shake anymore.