Even with his eyes closed and mind drifting elsewhere, Doom noticed something was happening with Misha. He didn't know what, but it seemed to be an improvement over her previous state. That was good and he drifted away into his mind again, finding safety in numbers and shapes and designs so complicated that only a handful of people could understand them. It was soothing to him in the same way the music was to Misha. Both had their own ways of coping and hopefully that would be enough for now.

"Insect, you look better," he said calmly, opening his eyes to look at her. This was good. Both of them were in states where they could function, process what had happened, and figure out where they were now. That was a step in the right direction and he realized that he was still holding onto her almost protectively and moved his arms so that he was no longer holding her. That was embarrassing and not something he needed to deal with at the moment. "Do you think you'd be up for moving or do you want me to carry you?"