Once he has the collar away from her, it disappears right back into his sylladex, just in case she were to attempt to try to snatch it away again. He makes a strangled noise of distress at the back of his throat when the torrent of feeling looped from her to him doesn't let up even with the device wrested from her grasp. God, what if this is just too much for her? What if there's a limit to how much she can take in? That would just be fantastic, wouldn't it, great reunion gift there, Vantas. He shouldn't have come back at all.

The hand that still rests on hers curls around it, fingers linking with hers -- the other one he'd used to stash the collar away moves to her shoulder as he scoots forward to kneel beside her.

"Ruka. Listen, it's not you. That's not yours. Ruka. Ruka. That's not you." He repeats her name, trying to call her back out of him, his heart. The longer he does, the more panicked the edge to his voice grows, the more pleading it sounds. "Ruka."