Dun shrugged; the exact unflattering comparisons between him and York aren't the best conversation material. "I heard that the female human barkeeper at the Quad had acquired a serious injury," he explained, taking care to keep Mordin's name out of it. And it was technically true; it was a conversation he had overheard on the street that had first tipped him off.

"I don't put a lot of stock into rumours and hear-say, but your employer told me that you would be missing from work for a few days so it was not difficult to make the connection."

He coughs; he hates half-truths but there is no way he can let York know that he had been considering dropping by her home to visit her either and that he had enquired about her at the bar for her address.

A moment passes, and then another, before he asks her in a low voice "What do you want to do, York?" Do you want vengeance, he asks silently. Because Dun's blade is sharp and ready. Or do you want to rest? Do you wish for solitude? Or companionship?

What can he do to help you feel better?