Those bells. The familiarity, even if he's only heard them a scarce few times, melts that uncertainty faster than he could possibly imagine. He reaches to her with those new clawed hands of his, to softly touch her arm, ensure that she's truly there.

"The Unbroken Home," Jon parrots quietly, turning his head, taking in new sounds from each and every angle. "I... I'm still getting my bearings, I'll be honest with you, but this is... I've never been anywhere like this."