He doesn't take her arm as he moves further out of the walkway though he gestures for her to follow. Not leaving the view of others, wanting her to know she's still safe but needing that distance, that ability to put the rest of those here behind them in so many ways to talk with her about all of this that should be kept for private and where he can handle things if anything goes bad.

He nods at that, not at all surprised that she's already embraced what she had been before. A powerful witch as she was would reincarnate life after life. They would become the same again unlike others.

"She was here, but that was a very long time ago. I was still practically young then." He'd been a vampire but not for the centuries he now had experienced. "And I knew you then. Here. She was one of the priestess of myth that they talk about. You were."

It's not a lot, on either side, but it's admitting a lot nonetheless.