The lovely words seem to blend right into that little peck on the cheek. Erich cannot keep the stupid smile from his face as he feels like he's floating away from his body. This is a lot. A whole lot. Where does he even start? There is so many conflicting emotions. The trepidation of being in this place meeting with the bubbly lift of seeing Themis again.

His hand goes up, unconsciously, to touch the spot on his cheek that seems to tingle even after the fleeting warmth is gone.

He knows he should say something, but words fail him spectacularly, so instead he blurts out:

"Yeah we go."