Themis looks...lost. Erichthonios can't blame him for seeming out of it though and thinks nothing of it. Arriving here was strange and disorientating to say the least. It's a relief though, to have him grasp at him so tightly. The hand that has hodl of his is squeezed back reassuringly, blissfully unaware that the friend before him has endured thousands upon thousands of years of hardship and horrors.

The only horrors Erichthonios knows are those he's responsible for warding over in Pandaemonium.

"Full glad I am to see you! Oh, I was worried I would be here all alone...but what fortune I have to be with you! Truly, I am blessed."