[ So immediately understanding. Gregor hadn't remembered this part of her. Hell, what does he remember? He's managed to mostly put away his longing to know his parents (learning about Serg had been like having that desire shot in the gut, an excruciating and slow death) but now he's suddenly greedy to know everything, to learn what he can about her before she disappears again.

Gregor doesn't hug her again, but his hands find her arms just above the elbow, and clasps there tightly, earnestly, as he gazes down at her. For the first time he takes her in in detail, rather than being overwhelmed by the magnitude of her presence. ]

... What are you wearing? You must have just arrived. I'm-- I'm sure Cordelia won't mind lending you something. You're safe here, completely safe.

[ Well, not completely, but not in any immediate danger. Complications can come later. Gregor is belatedly aware that he's fumbling this, possibly embarrassing himself, but he's caught so flat-footed he can't quite recover, a boat rocking in rough water.

He remembers Miles is there and glances over at him, says quietly, ] Miles, would you mind... [ Retrieving something. Clothes. ]