Days ago, yeah. Who knows where she is now, then. Well, as long as she hasn't wandered into the forest, or somehow been dragged there by all these intangible hands with their seeking, string-spinning fingers, he'll find her. The place isn't that big.

"I do," he replies. "But it's not my place to share it." He'd had to bargain for that information. Had to promise to her that no matter what he learned, he wouldn't hate or fear her, and wouldn't abandon her like others had done.

"She's lucky here. A lot of people care about her, I've noticed."