She was holding his hand. She was holding his hand.
Hedylogos had to just take a few quiet moments to acclimate himself to that sensation alone. Once he was able to let the tension relax out just a bit, and was becoming more used to having her closer to her, he then addressed the whole part where he was going to have to make a decision as to what he wanted to do.
Swallowing, he took a deep breath and then replied after carefully thinking through he words. “I do not know you very well. I only know what my...” His voice failed him for a moment, but he breathed in deeply again, and made another attempt. “What my siblings have said. So... maybe... start... with talking?”