[ She lets his hands linger, does a quick once over of him to make sure he's still all right. The shoulder should be mostly healed by now so there's no lump of bandages under clothes to determine anything from, but she doesn't see any strain in his movement. That's good, means that whatever brought them here didn't aggravate the injury. ]

I have no idea. I can only assume they found us, but --

[ She gestures around them even as mentally she brushes against his mind, reassurance.

And then she skips a beat, because that's not the same link that she had searched for only the first time a few days ago. Well, it is. But it isn't. There's more to it than she had seen in the cabin lying in bed together. That had been new and tentative and confused, neither of them certain yet and him not even knowing it was there. This is bigger, a deeper running current, one that could pull her in and hold her captive with ease. Her voice is slower when she speaks again. ]

I've been here a few days and haven't seen any sign of the usual suspects. Why do you feel different?