[unfortunately she is going to count on his soup brain for a moment. we will head up to the apartment and she's unlocking the door to let them both in, closing it behind her.]

It's good. Everything that happened out there wasn't real. [...] You're safe.

[and with that she lets go of his hand, and she's moving to the drawer in the dresser she's designated for some of his comfier clothes. she's not making him sleep in whatever he's currently wearing, and she frowns briefly at the way his hair isn't perfectly blonde right now.]

...let's get you cleaned up and settled, okay? [offers clothes.]