If he'd know that Rung had been okay, and had been holding onto something quite fragile he'd never have rushed in the way he had. He'd have done things much calmer, no swords, but he hadn't known. Unfortunately.

Things had looked bad, and he wasn't ready to loose Rung a second time. What if he didn't come back? Too risky to not panic pay attention to something as simple as an open door.

When all he finds inside is Rung with a... thing, he visibly relaxes, arms lowering as he looks around the room. Have to be sure.

"I- You're okay..." Once he's sure there isn't anything dangerous his swords are slowly put away, wings drooping.

"I just thought... The door was open and..."