"No," she says dryly, one eyebrow quirking. "I imagine you didn't."

Then the mild amusement at his deer-in-the-headlights look cracks from anxiety.

"What happened? I know you can't have been there long, but..."

She trails off, looking about equal parts displeased and worried. Cells, in her admittedly limited experience*, are unpleasant.

* Apart from that one time she went too far south in a Charter-unfriendly area of Ancelstierre and there was almost a diplomatic incident when Touchstone found out.