As though he could sense the relief- he could, but he wasn't exactly advertising that fact- Altair gave Anders's hand a gentle and comforting squeeze to reassure him. There wasn't really anything the other man could do or say to scare him off, really. Though Altair imagined a person actually from this world would have reservations. He had one of them though, and his friend was his friend, spirit or no.

"I'm glad you can say you're happy together now."

Complicated times would come and go, Altair imagined, but still.

"And I meant what I said. I'm here if either you or your spirit friend need to talk about anything. Despite my lack of sight, I'm quite aware that most of the people we've been speaking to while traveling together are ghosts. And if I can listen to every sad tale of the dead without any fear for what I might hear, then listening to a friend is so much easier."

He sounded like he was smiling a little beneath his hood, "And stars know you've listened to me go on too."