[ With how much healing he's been doing these past two months, it's only natural for Bruno to step up to Solomon and reach out for his face, offering a gentle healing spell to sort him out. This, of course, depends on whether Solomon will allow a hand to rest against his cheek like that, but hey, it's worth a shot. ]

Everything else in here being dead would imply there's still danger, y'know.

[ Case in point, when the scene around them flickers and his senses begin to betray him. Smoke, blood, debris, desperate, afraid. Bruno turns, far more easily panicked than Solomon. This could be... Is it? Is this his? That powerful feeling is off. That isn't anything like Bruno, back home, but he knows how this forest plays tricks.

Present, past, future, and everything in between.

Which is this? ]

...is... is this one mine or... or yours?

[ Yes, Solomon. He's aware of it and sadly, it feels like one of his biggest fears. ]