Feeling somewhat placated by the squeeze to his arm, Samandriel nods, though it's very slight. It's too tough to nod while holding one's body so tensely, and he can't be bothered to try very hard, anyway. He's hoping the end to all this is coming soon too, sharing Raphael's discomfort and the loss of grace. It's what adds to his fear over the whole thing.

"I hope you're right," he murmurs, repeating what he'd said earlier. It's all he can think to say, it's all his mind can focus on now is hoping for thing. That, and all the horrible possibilities, but at least the hope does less to further his fears. "Although that feels as though we'd be getting off lucky around here..."