He frowned at her reply. "Ill, how? Was it your nightmares again?" Could they be so bad she would wind up on bed rest? Feeling distinctly uncomfortable asking about things like different times, he nonetheless had to accept that it was true. "When is it, where you have come from?"
At her query, Arthur said, "Of course, we will. It may not be simple, but I have no doubt that we will be back home soon enough. But, so far, I have not found anything to fight." That would, apparently, be too simple for whoever was behind this.