He doesn't correct her, since he's also worried for the other three, but they aren't at the forefront of his mind. The fact the entire city is hunting them all down... even if Caleb was alive, he might not be alive much longer. What if they figure out Beauregard was associated with them? If she's alive, she-

The touch to the back of his hands knocks him out of his thoughts, flinching, but drawing back more gently this time. He can't help but feel guilty for it, but he's never been big on being touched, even by Elven standards, wholly unused to the act that it's uncomfortable for him. Even more so now that his skin prickles like each touch comes with claws that are digging in, threatening to puncture flesh.

But she has a point... perhaps he was just being a burden, distracting rescue efforts by needing to be rescuing again himself. "Yes- I... you're right."