Rolf was still feeling anxious. He needed to find Lysander and the others, and had the feeling he wouldn't really be able to relax until everybody, both friends and mere acquaintances, were accounted for. However, there was something in Lorcan's voice and movements that told him anything else could wait.
"Of course," he said, sitting where his son has pointed to. Little stirred in his arms, but didn't make a fuss. "What's wrong?"