[ He'd say something comforting, but the reality was there wasn't much comforting one could say. They're in the same situation, the same endless abyss. A looming feeling of being alone but not as he swings his hands once by his side.

If there's a breath of relief when she points towards the light, he'd gladly admit to it: ]

Looks like we're on the same page. [ His voice is agreeable, an attempt of lightheartedness as he adds: ] Lets hope the 'don't walk into the light' stuff is a bunch of tall tales.

[ He inclines his head towards it with another breath: ] Shall we?

[ He has every intention of taking the lead. ]