Seth still looks about ready to pass out and he's probably still in shock but at least he's sitting on the bed now so, progress.

Daniel sits next to him in case Seth actually does pass out. He doesn't seem to be one hundred percent there, like he's trapped in processing mode. Daniel doesn't blame him. Three and a half months is more than enough time to instinctively become adaptive to an environment, however unfriendly, and he'll likely need some time to adjust.

The silence stretches on and while Seth's anxiety seems less, it's very much still present.

"You'll be okay now," Daniel says finally, looking back over to him. "I promise I'm gonna do whatever I can to make sure of that."

He's not sure if Seth wants the reassurances but he certainly looks like he needs them.