It's a wrist as pale as his own but with an odd sort of slender strength. For now, it's relaxed in the grip, but Ash is prepared to change that should the situation warrant it.

"Yeah, I can breath now."

He nods toward the grip.

"As long as we're touching, the air gods allow it."

There's a thick sarcasm in his voice. He's new to this world and adjusting to the existence of magic. Ash isn't surprised it's misused, but this feels like such a stupid usage.

"I hope your plans for the day weren't boring."

Because now, he has a plus one. Ash could technically push to do his agenda, but he'd prefer to be alone when handling this.