[He sees his room and - god. It's a punch to the gut, seeing it all again. He was in here a little while ago to change, but he didn't linger. Jon squeezes Algric's hand, an affirmative response.]
Of course.
[But a thought occurs. Like a dark twisted little thorn in the back of his mind.]
no subject
Of course.
[But a thought occurs. Like a dark twisted little thorn in the back of his mind.]
...Do they need to know where you've run off to?