He'd thought she'd been fine, getting on with things. Tired, perhaps, but ultimately she was strong, and she would come through it. How she'd run so far and so quickly. How long had she been planning this, had she been even conscious of the idea popping into her head. How long had this been weighing on her mind and how long had none of them noticed it? He was angry, at himself, at everyone around her for not paying her due attention, letting her get on with planning their happy memories while she was cracking, falling apart inside.
"Of course I'll always find you." he told her. "Do you think perhaps the overdrive is the wish you made. My siblings and I have had a thousand years to get used to what we are, you've had but months. Because you know that piece of wood, it wouldn't hurt you now. It would be nothing to you, an annoyance to brush off. But its on your mind, repeatedly it seems and I won't see you hurt like this. You deserve far more than this."
It was a breakdown of some kind, a loss of control, a moment where she'd had to face the facts and whatever those were, they terrified her.
"So come now, tell me, what's getting twisted, what emotions are up in the air, because the only way to solve this, love, is to walk through them one by one, do you understand. Now we can do that here, or we can do that back in Lawrence. I have rather discreet transport who won;t ask questions."