Noticing Duma's worry about her, Yorda smiled and returned the squeeze. "I am alright," she informed him, turning to lead him through the halls. She would simply have to place him in a room adjacent to hers for the time being; surely someone was bound to drop by sooner or later, and she wanted to have the angel settled and comfortable, especially given how distressed he had been earlier. Given rest and time, the adjustment to his new, strange situation could be made easier.