[He's entirely content to let her lift him off the ground-- it wasn't hard with how short he was and how tall she was. He's laughing, though the sound is definitely damp, and he raises his wrinkly old man arm to kind of drape it over her since he can't quite use it for hugging.]

No, it's... I did go home, I did, and... We did it, it's okay now. Nezuko's human again, a-and, and Muzan's dead, and we did it, Konoha-san... [He's sort of burrowing against her as best he can as he rambles, smiling so hard his face hurts even if he's absolutely crying. He really ought to stop doing this sort of thing to people.]