Real love is also shoving your hand down someone's chest. She's not afraid of some snot after that goop, never mind it wasn't actually a bodily fluid. Supposedly. She smiles gently and squeezes his hand back, tossing the damp cloth into the sink before sitting down next to him. It's kind of uncomfortable and a little chilly, but she's not leaving this room without him.
"I'm fine," she assures, leaning her shoulder against his. "Well, fine considering we've been effectively abducted into a sparkly magic land. At least we're in this one together."