[ He thought he lost her. He thought he had lost her again - actually. This would be the third time. As a child, when he was at home, and here. And this time, having her again, felt more permanent than anything else prior to that time. He knew if she had a chance at life here, and it was pulled away that there was a chance he'd never see her again.

And after being here -

No.

He wouldn't accept it. Not at all. ]

I went in.

[ He risked it. He wanted to go for it, no matter what. He wouldn't let her get hurt or go missing. And if he didn't go and something really did happen to her, all that would have been left would have been emptiness and regret. Two feelings he's unfamiliar with anymore. Two feelings he wouldn't have known how to manage.

So, it was worth it. ]

I thought you died again. Or would.

[ Too blunt and straightforward? Probably. He doesn't need to say it like that, and yet. Maybe the way he says it will help her understand why he went in. His reasoning sounds totally reasonable to him. ]

Hey I'm --

[ He slips his hand away for a moment. ]

Going to put on something different so if I get under the blanket I don't get you wet, too.

[ He was starting to feel the chill of being wet combined with the air. But, the way he says that means a few things: he'll be back soon, he'll be crawling under the blankets with her, and that he's sure she won't fade away from lack of Chroma now. If she believes differently, he's confident she'll say something, so he waits there, waits for her answer. Waits for her to tell him she's okay so he can do it. ]