He is a friend who has sacrificed so much for my sake. It troubles me that he would be here at all, suffering further with this capture, even if I have missed him greatly.

[ The ground here is softer than the streets. She knows it better, scarcely needing to look to see where she's going. ]

That is not what has changed. Something is...different with him. [ A glance. ] Did you notice anything about Mr. Gadling when finding him here? Feel anything?