[ Lestat can feel a trepidation winding in his chest that takes him back to when he would bark demands at Louis and give him no opportunity to argue so that he wouldn't have to wonder if he'd see him disapproving. He tries to keep his expression plain, but he can feel his eyebrows knitting a little more, an expression of obvious turmoil on his face as he watches Louis process his information. ]

I'm fine, and he will be. The wounds are large, and deep. Limbs were torn from him.

[ How to explain delicately which limbs and how fails him for the moment, so he powers past it. ]

You know where this place is, don't you? If you can make it here… I would like to see you. [ It's not like Louis was the only one experiencing worry when Lestat found himself transported to that place again, after all. ] But please don't risk anything. I want you safe.