For right now. I'll be fine to come back on my own. I'd rather not keep you any longer.

[He's been out of the manor for a couple days by now, looking a little ragged. Thankfully someone (hi Bruno) has tended to what few wounds he had, so Tatara shouldn't have visible need to fuss over him. Ideally.

With a huff as he straightens up from the snow, he'll hold out a hand for Tatara to take if he wants. ]

I can take you back. No need for you to freeze.

[And yet something whispers, a voice light and joyful and relieved, right behind one's ear.

Thank you for saving me back there.

Solomon starts noticeably, head whipping around. His exhale drags from his throat.]