Artorias hoped she could not sense the Abyss lingering in him. Granted, his pact with the beast of the Abyss did help hold it back, as did the silver pendent he was gifted by Gwyn. And then there was his own willpower which was akin to fire and steel. Strong and enduring. Still, it was there, and it was something he still needed to rid himself of. Somehow...
At first, the taller man looked puzzled by her question. Then he remembered how confused he had been when he first arrived. "No, we are very much alive" he replied, his voice soft and kind. "Thou has been saved by this place. Plucked from fate and brought here, as was I, and my dear Sif" he said. It was somewhat surprising to hear that he had fallen. Perhaps the Abyss had killed him in the end? Or maybe it was something else? Manus? Another enemy of Gwyns? He didn't want to think on it too much.
Artorias held a hand out to her. "Thou art safe here. We are safe..."