[he doesn't see what she's gesturing toward. He can tell there's something strange about the air in front of them but there's nothing specific for him. His eyebrows do go up a little at the 'human world' term but he's not going to ask. When she starts forward though, he takes one long stride and falls in next to her. Of course he's not going to simply trust this place or shimmery air. He'll put a hand on her shoulder. He's not letting them get separated.]
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We'll go together.