"You're probably right," he murmurs, though he has to wonder if anyone knows the kind of danger John has. Not even that the danger itself is remarkable, necessarily, but the cause... it just doesn't seem fair that these extra-dimensional beings orbit their world but not any others. At least, not that anyone knows about. Maybe they all just take different forms elsewhere - and here, too.

He's curious about what Yona's 'normal' was, but it seems a bit rude to ask, and it's more practical to let the conversation have run its course for now. He's nearly home, and hopefully there he'll be able to pin down what's going on with him.

It seems silly not to take the stairs when he's only on the second floor, but it's necessary now; Yona helps him to the lift, and helps him stay upright inside it, the subtle motion of rising making him shut his eyes tight against another awful wave of vertigo. Stepping out onto his floor, he manages to make his way to his door without staggering, much as he feels like he could actually lie down in the hall and go to sleep.

He unlocks his door with a bit of effort, and pushes it open with a heavy, relieved sigh.

"Thank you," he says softly, looking down at her and managing the faintest of grateful smiles. "I really, really appreciate it."