It was a simple touch and yet it stopped Arthur in his tracks. He wasn't used to having anyone offering him comfort, to be there for him as more than a colleague and yet there was that touch that made him smile. Taking a breath and straightening his shoulders, he moved through the house, looking for anything that could be helpful for them.

He paused though, looking to Eames. "I can handle sunlight in small amounts, the muted the better. Tinted windows. Clouds. Anything of the sort. But it takes its toll on me and uses up my energy stores faster than if I stay out of it." Energy stores being a nice way of saying stolen blood.