"Oh, Cecelia!" Flynn's head comes around the corner from the stairwell just before he does, and then his footsteps—loud on the stone, echoing just a little—speed up as he hurries toward her with relief coiling through him.

"Wait, stay there, please—" like she was really going to go anywhere, but he sort of stumbles to a halt in front of her anyway, his hands already moving up to take hers on pure instinct. His thoughts skid up behind him and collide together, tipping over into a pile and coming out in a mishmash on his tongue. "You look wonderful— I'm glad you're alright— were you going somewhere specific?"