Ariadne made a weak attempt at a smile, lifting her hand from her chest to tuck a wave of hair behind her ear. Once tucked, she found she wasn't quite sure what to do with that hand, tried to slip it into a pocket, tried to let it hang, and after a moment of anxious movement grasped her other forearm in front of her body.
She wanted to circle him, to take in all of him. She wanted to lift her hand and touch his jaw, tilt his head to the side to look at him. She didn't dare do either, not yet. "Thanks..." she said, her voice making her skin prickle, not out of fear but... some sort of deep recognition. "You look... good."
He looked human, but she felt guilty saying it, for equating human with good. But these first few moments, it was too hard to know what to say.