[While it's a little surprising to hear Newt raise his voice at him, Theseus doesn't back down, not even in the slightest bit. There are just some topics that he will not relent on and his brother's health is one of them. Frankly, he doesn't care if Newt yells at him as long as he just knows what's going on.]

I'm not lingering on everything, only you. And being worried about my brother after he casually mentions almost getting eaten isn't asking much.

[And that concern only increases tenfold when he hears that minor slip. He's trained to catch on certain things-- but Theseus would like to imagine it's because he knows Newt well. He stares at Newt, his face completely still, almost a sort of false calm because Theseus is anything but that.]

...Did you die? [How his voice managed to be steady at all is a surprise to him, but it's also far quieter as well.]