He kisses the top of her head, then just lays his cheek on it. He'd made himself think of anything other than what Layla would be thinking, finding him gone again, through the whole escape. And now here he doesn't have to.

Instead, he's going to have to worry about what might happen to them both. "What're we gonna do," he says more than asks, voice quiet. "There's a whole war, here. We just left one of those." Kind of, anyway.