Surely anything unusual was just a trick of the moons' light, and not one of her children being a horrible abomination. And the threat of a different, lethally dangerous Vash out there remains, because this one isn't it. That one, if he recognized her at all, likely wouldn't be so thrilled at her being there.

Though now that he's a bit closer, there's.. some small differences, here and there, but it's still definitely Rem. Well, that's good enough for him, and he sets her back down carefully, still thoroughly pleased. Of all the presents this place might offer, giving her a second chance was one of the best gifts there could be!

There's no flinch away from her gentle touch at the spots under each eye, beyond a reflexive blink and a quiet chuckle that isn't quite a giggle. It's definitely new .. and he wasn't about to explain any of that yet, why bring down the mood?? "I'm great now! I didn't think time travel was part of the things going on, this is amazing!" There is a point where many a Vash might tear up in moments of overwhelming happiness, and he ... does not, but it's certainly not a faked emotion either. "I .. I don't even know what to say."

Or do. Somewhere under all of his happiness is the dull ache of ancient resentment and bitterness, pushed aside for later. It wasn't something for reunions and miracles, and there wasn't a part of him that hadn't wanted her to live, once. "Have you been here long? Do you have enough supplies?"