Klaus keeps her close to his chest, his arms wrapped snugly around her. He waits for her breathing to even out before he even considers loosening his hold, and even then it's only enough for her to move and look up at him.

"I'm fine," he murmurs, leaning his face against her hand, smiling a little. "I promise. Maybe a little sad, a little angry, and very tired but fine. I think I might even go back to work. Stretching and all that stupid meditation bullshit does wonders for the brain, or so they say. I let the rich bastards believe what they want."

He kisses her forehead, loud and over the top, before looking down at her again. "Maybe you, me and Claire can do some family yoga. Let Patrick laugh at us. Ooh, or better yet, I'll make Patrick put on the little tights and do it. Good fun for all of us."