Drusilla was not easy to read, even with her telepathic powers. He did not pry. In truth, with a mind as fractured as hers, he did not wish to. Yet they had been sharing the house by the lake for some time now and he had begun to get a grasp on her habits, erratic as they often seemed. But tonight she seemed to be missing for longer than usual. It would not be correct to say he worried for her, but there was a level of concern. She was, after all, useful to him.

A night like this, she would be getting herself into trouble. He set aside the book he was studying and rose to his feet. Time to see what his lady had got herself into. So he set himself towards the village, his stun weapon in hand and ready to be used on a moment's notice. He reached out with his mind, searching for that familiar imprint that she left on the world. While he was willing to go to some extent to assist her if necessary, but he was not yet willing to openly be seen as her ally.