"Close enough to watch," he said lowly, staring blankly out the window onto those passing by them on the street, as if he could see past the mundane to the place where his counterpart was hiding. "Though, if I know her, not close enough that I might reach her. She has not grown less crafty with time, and I fear my own power is greatly diminished."
Absently, his hand went up to rub his shoulder, a faint line of pain creasing his brow. "So much of me was in the table. And now..." A frustrated sigh and Nathan gripped his own arm, as if disgusted by its betrayal. "I'm sorry, Arthur. My idiocy is more costly than I am worth."