He moves closer to the chair she sits in, then pulls another over, sits leaning toward her, half reassurance and half appeal. It is a dance they've done the last few times they were alone in a room. He might take her hand, but he doesn't.

"Same reason I sent Ghost off north with the Free Folk. It could be years before I see them again, if I ever do. What life I have will be in the south now." A pause. "They deserved to know. I wish I never did."