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When she shook her head, his hand dropped from her chin, and he bowed his head slightly.

Nicodemo might have found his very negative reaction to the idea of Larkin's husband a bit strange, intense, or alarming, but then he had never before had to worry about how he would react to a husband of Larkin's, and said husband had done something to make Larkin run away from him, which then caused said husband to send a team of ruthless men (but wizards) to collect Larkin. This, he decided, made the urge to plow his fist into her husband's face less questionable and more undoubtedly satisfying once fulfilled. Only, seeing as her husband was the crown prince of Jordan, and Nicodemo had already seen the inside of a dungeon here, it was just as well that he refrained. If he could help himself.

One good slug would probably be worth it, though.

"It's fine," he said, shrugging a little under her hands. Barring the duel before they'd been taken, the repossession of wands, and some minor scuffles in the dungeons, it wasn't anything unusual or even particularly bruising, so he and Ethan were fine. But his last image of her had been uselessly, helplessly watching Giaffar, or whatever his name was, the vizier, knocking an angry and terrified Larkin out cold. He'd gathered enough information from the flurried exchanges in the street and mumbles from the guards to gather she had to be fine, but—but he hadn't known. Not really. His fingers convulsed at the memory. "Shit."

He couldn't play the light and breezy adventurer they so often assumed with one another, even in frank peril, and he couldn't keep up the anger, not anymore. He stepped closer and yanked her to him. "Shit, Whitby, you had me terrified for a while and I didn't realise 'til now I wasn't quite over it."

Masculine enough to admit holding her (potentially squeezing her) was much more for his comfort than hers, the muscles in his back tensed when a knock sounded at the door to his airy prison, as he barely resisted baring his teeth in another scowl at undoubtedly unwanted intrusion.