There's a small jerk of a nod at Colin's questions, although the fact that his heart rate and breathing aren't slowing down any betrays that small white lie, but it's Tobias' nudge that seems to help snap him out of it. He's still pale, and his hand is still clenched into his other one, but he seems to regain a bit of his self composure at least. "Just a bad memory," he murmurs back over his shoulder before giving a smile to the young warrior. It's shaky, but genuine.

They've accomplished what they've set out to do. Now they just need to leave... and he can catch his breath.

Zulf moves to Tobias' side as he returns to the group, a hand coming to unsteadily rest on his neck again. It'll be good for both of them, actually, now that he can think a bit through the instinctive panic. They're probably running out of time for this shape... He looks up at the question, however. Ah- of course. Making an effort to think and speak in Caelondian- easy considering how he was raised- Zulf speaks in a low voice to the rest of the group. Hopefully none of the other Ura know it too. "What do you want me to say? I'd prefer honesty... I was planning to leave my amulet for them anyway, in case they ran into anyone of ours again."