Larry's hands reached instinctively out to catch Frannie under the arms, afraid that in her relief she might slide all the way down to the floor. There hadn't been many people in his life who had ever framed him in such terms, a tangible enough savior that rescue was implied by his mere presence, and it took him a moment of swallowing back against the strange and potent reaction it evoked before he was able to process what had been said.

The room. Of course.

Larry frowned, his eyes briefly flicking to the smooth wood of the closed door as if he might see what lay beyond.

"I don't know if it's the real thing or not," he said, thinking of his own room, an almost exact replica of the living room he'd shared with Lucy and Leo back home. "Better safe than sorry, though, yeah?"