Ready to catch Enver should he fall, he returns the touch, his hands reaching to hold the man in the only way that feels right. Here and now, it feels ridiculous that there could be anything getting in the way of a conversation they sorely need. One that's only about them, and not the rest of Toril.

All the more when his fingers feel the flesh and bone of a man once his lover. A man who he is - and was - in love with, and that he only realises now with the perspective this new life has given him. He wants to shout that part aloud, the sudden meeting of his past and his present clicking in a way that provides him such depth of understanding.

He almost forgets to breathe, the sudden shaky breath in a belated physiological reminder that it's still required. That they are both alive, and that none of that will matter if they don't stop the plan and destroy the brain.

"I have you," he says, moving to support and steer the human back towards the portal.