No immediate answer, not verbally. Tsuna just stares at her, pale and feeling as though he's been left in the snow from how cold he is even with the sweat on his skin. Every bit of air is gulped down.

"Safe?" he quotes back to her, still breathless, but at least the heat in the air is starting to dissipate. His eyes are dark, not bright piercing amber. Shakily, he wipes a hand across his face. He can still see blood. "We're safe..."