"...Yes, yes you are." Once Matilda finally settles, Terrence kneels down and fiddles with the zipper enough to get it unstuck and release the debutantefly from its cocoon. He's aware of her teleportation, of course, but this early it isn't quite occurring to him that's what she meant.

"I'm alright, at least," he reassures Luka, patting his body down to help convince himself of that fact. At least his suit is clean and his shortsword is still tucked away inside. "I suspect Wizard fuckery is afoot, since I didn't even drink last night..."