[it reminds him a bit of when Caterina had been so tiny -- so perfectly able to be tucked against his chest when she'd fallen asleep after a day's exertion, or the times she had openly allowed him to coddle her, it's...

ah. he's so... tiny.

his arms pull him tighter still, possessive... protective, already so torn on and afraid of all of this.]

...I don't... remember this happening at all. You would've told me if you could...

So that must mean that you get back home, safely. And... it'll all be okay. [if this is real. ...totally half-convinced he's absolutely insane.]