Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

He laughed softly, a sound that hinted strongly at relief. He wasn't sure what he would have done had she had any immediate regrets, or if she'd seemed as though she wasn't alright. He was still struck dumb with disbelief as she stayed near him, nosing into the fur of his chest and leaning against him; it wasn't something he'd really ever imagined for the two of them- as natural as it had felt to do. He rested his chin on the top of her head, and exhaled a shaky breath. "Nice doesn't even begin to describe it," He responded. "You...Liked, it, right? Like...You're alright?" He asked, pulling back slightly so he might read her expression.