Oh. Relief is— not the right emotion for this moment, probably, but he exhales it anyway. False alarm. Not that every word in both those sentences doesn't also spell disaster, but at least no one's at immediate risk of being turned into cervine art installation.

At risk of tripping over each other, perhaps. Ilias spares a bit of a look for them both, but he's moving — grabbing for his staff, ushering them out the door.

"Isn't Laura, you know," A gesture that in this case means A literal child, aka, "Your age?"

One of their ages. Both of their mental ages, perhaps.