He doesn't quite smile, but his expression is warmer. It's been so long, and sometimes reminders are pleasant things.

"Come in." He waits for the other mage to leave before even thinking her name; with no idea what she's been up to he doesn't want to risk compromising anything. Then he's moving around and pulling out a chair before offering a hand, missing two fingers. Odds are she's not here to kill him, and paranoia is exhausting so he's choosing to relax.

"You look as well as anyone could hope, Gwen. Welcome. Can I get you... We've water, and I believe there's some assorted nuts that were just roasted yesterday." There's not much, but they have supplies coming in this evening. No one's starving just yet.