[The answer is met with a sharp lurch of his stomach like he’s placing his foot onto something expecting support to be there, only for his foot to fall through. Of course there’s a part of him that’s squirming and looking for any way it can to weasel its way out of being put through an emotional wringer. But he needs to do this. He's been agonizing over her absence -- and like all things he commits himself to he has to see it through to the end.

Maybe it won't be as bad as he expects. The possibility offers some cold comfort]

Look, I... I need t'talk t'you about what happened. [His throat tightens on him, making it that much harder to swallow.] Thing is, I don' 'member much about what went down... so I was hopin' you could fill me in. A bunch a' cultists had broken through the door an' were comin' at us... an' then, the next thing I know, I'm outside an' feelin' like I was hit by a truck. I wanted t'find you, honest... but Steve had t'take me to some healers an' I couldn't go lookin' for you no more.