It didn't seem she was up for talking until they were free of the specter of the building. The farther they walked from the bookstore, however, the stiffness started to melt away. She relaxed the grip she'd had on his hand, and instead laced her fingers in with his.
"I'm glad to see you," she finally said. When she looked over at him, she saw the peculiar expression he wore. It wasn't one she recognized from him -- but his expressions were always difficult, and the streetlamps did little to aid. "Where did you go?" And then, more carefully, "Is everything all right with you?"