"So good of you to grace me with your presence once more," Ekkehardt says, not looking up from the shockingly domestic activity of repairing his own clothing. He seems to be entirely focused on stabbing his needle a little harder than strictly necessary into the cloth as he patches his cloak.

"I thought you'd gone and fallen into a hole somewhere, and I'd be fishing you out of the river three weeks later. It's my utmost surprise to discover that's not the case."