Maera does something like a sigh of relief, though it's more of a full-body motion than just an exhale. "Clara, once I find you a ghost coat or something, remind me that I owe you a huge hug. He's alright, then? I mean- scared and everything, but not physically hurt? Where's the warehouse? Can you show me?" Maera finally pauses for a moment to take a breath. "Oh, dear lord, I hope he won't be badly affected by this mess."