Emotions flitted across the girl's face like shoals of fish. Watching them, trying to make sense of their patterns, was... tiring. As Ashya's smile faded, a continually baffled Constans finally gave up all pretense of attempting to understand her.
"You are welcome," he replied. He remembered only after what she said next that he had meant to tell her one last thing, and spoke up after her before she could go.
"I thought that I should tell you," Constans insisted quietly, "I am certain that if your friend is from our Tower, there are Tranquil whom remember." From Constans, perhaps this is as close as one got to well-wishing. Good luck, he seemed to say. I'm sure you'll find him.