She's... I don't know where she is. ( Saying it aloud is a discomfort, feels like a confession almost, like some sin — even though it isn't one of hers to bear. But how can she feel any differently? It's her job to protect Sharon, her role. Whether losing her again was out of her control or not, she feels a deep guilt for it now. )

But I think she might be here somewhere. I'm... trying to find her.

( The way he speaks continues to be odd and unsettling and she continues to be further concerned for him. A room at an inn...? The woman's mouth tightens with a soft frown. )

Would you like to come to my house for a little while? I don't live far from here. I have some first aid supplies — I could try to help you with what's going on.