He would tell her that they're real, but there are times he's unsure himself. With the dreams he'd had before coming to this place he doubts his own sanity sometimes. Furyans and Elementals, Necromongers and their creations. He's seen things he's only ever half-believed in, or more to the point he's spent a lifetime avoiding. But Fry has always pushed him, has always been what's real, even in another place just like this one. Her skin against his shows that, warm and damp with sweat, exactly how he remembers it. Riddick pushes up against her, his grip on her hip heavy. But he lets her take the final step, knowing that she has to be the one in control here, at least for these few minutes.