But he... [ alfyn frowns deeply, moving to more carefully brush the tears from his left eye so he doesn't agitate the healing wound. it gives him a moment to try and compose himself, as something fists in his throat, hot and miserable. ]

There wasn't really anythin', I thought, that would point towards that. Some weird injuries, but he'd got those investigatin'... [ their SWORD. he looks soulfully at rondo. ] He wasn't actin' any different, last week, and this week either. He was... he was still the same...