Phillip gently runs his fingers through Gustavain's hair. It's hard to not think, to just let this happen and work through the emotions that come with it without his brain getting in the way, but he's trying. And in some ways, that non-confession makes it a little easier.

"That doesn't really surprise me." His voice is ever-so-slightly wry as he says it, but he doesn't sound bothered by the idea at all. (Perhaps that's odd, given what Gustavain now knows about the connection between the two, but... maybe the Amaurorites had different ideas about that kind of thing, too.) "...I think I'm actually... glad? That you wouldn't have been alone, if the worst had happened."

He's quiet for a moment longer, other than little hitches of breath as the elezen works him, tipping back against the bed. "...I do think I want to go see it at some point." A bit of an aside, but also related. To see his home as it was, one last time- and to go back again when the magic fades, to see what it has become.