[If there was even a shred of doubt about this being some lapse in sanity and Daan imagining the other man being there, Marcoh's reaction is nothing but reassuring. He pauses at the question of his well-being, not because it's unusual for Marcoh but honestly it's just not one he's overall ever used to.]

I'm unharmed. Actually, this place is considerably more pleasant comparatively to Prehevil. There are even working baths.

[Awkwardly, he pats the top of Marcoh's hand, trying to silently assure him he's fine.]

To be honest, I have no idea where we are. Nobody does. But you're the first person I've seen that I recognize.

...Look. We can talk about this somewhere nicer, can't we? Perfectly good diners, or the office I've decided to occupy. Something like that?