A Vorbarra smile, eh? But there's a lot of his grandmother in his face. And a lot of the Vorkosigan look in his face shape and jaw. He squeezes her arm gently, trying to help keep those terrifying thoughts at bay. Nothing but comfort here today, dammit. There will be enough worry for both of them tomorrow.

"It's all right," he murmurs. "You're home. And Tarn is nowhere near here."

He'll just forget the fact that he tried to recruit Tarn for a hot minute there. It hadn't worked, and that's all that really matters. Gently, fondly, he reaches a hand up for her face. Tilts her jaw a bit so he can see her face better. "You look like you need rest, though. Do you need a moment away from the crowd?"