"Oh we're all doomed if you're using logic and planning, now. You have to tell me all about it, sometime," There's that relaxed sarcasm, come back again from under its rock, "Where is Beleth? I-- she was writing to me, for a while, but the letters slowed down. Then they stopped. I know mail's not always reliable, especially when we're on the move, but..."

But when you love someone unconditionally, you worry. If you're Sorrel, you worry regardless.