Fear was not something he was a stranger to, but it was not a feeling that occurred to him all that often. He looked down at her hand on his arm, amused, but not letting it show on his face. It wasn't often that anyone ever clutched at him for support; as far as reliability went, most people did not consider him any more trustworthy than a rope bridge left to rot at the top of a mountain.

He knew very well he could have stepped into a world where even he, an immortal god, was weak and fragile. Formerly, good sense might have reigned, but he was tired of playing that role. Letting yourself plummet into nothingness and fully expecting to die did something to your self preservation.

Fiona was with him, though, and he sort of liked her. If she broke, he'd have to find a new toy, and thus far he had trouble finding ones that were fun to play with. "I can do more than that," he said, simply, by way of reassurance. Using her grip on his arm, he turned slightly, pressing her back a bit so that she was somewhat behind him.