With the hand not holding the cloth, he waves off her unspoken concerns. It's only a simple cotton cloth, nothing sentimental to him. He's used it to dab many a blood stain before.

"Someone has escaped?" That has his full attention. So far, no one has indicated that escape is even remotely possible. "How?"

He meets her gaze unflinching, his mouth still set in a stubborn line. "Your warning has been noted."