Gaspard's shoulders fell when she said she could walk him home. "Oh, I meant London," he explained with a sigh. "You're here, too, then?" He sounded forlorn. He trusted his note - his business was safe, without him and Eleanor apparently. He couldn't imagine how that was right, though he knew it was.
He pointed in the general direction of his cabin and nodded. "You seem... Different. Are you alright?" It wasn't like him to worry about someone's appearance, but something seemed so jarring about her.