The beating of his own heart never felt so loud with a creature clad in his identity motionless at his feet and he has to close his eyes the pounding hurts so much as blood pounds in his head and at his eardrums.

There's no relief, however, because he has not been alone in the past few months after the raid on the Order itself and he finds to suddenly be so has not calmed his frantic thoughts as it once could. His eyes dart around the room looking for her but he doesn't call out for her, eyes widening slightly at the empty rope and he follows the motion which leads from one thing to another and he's at that opening moving to pass over examining the blood. He makes haste to pick up his pace if he has to travel any distance after a few initial cautious steps, his sword still out of its sheathe and back to its standard form.

He has to find her, he can't lose her. Not here, not now and for so many more reasons than the feeling creeping through his chest being so very desperate and overbearing than one has time to bother figuring out in these types problems.