"He's doing well." As reluctant as Rosie had been to leave the security of Nick's apartment, reuniting with David had been more of a relief than she'd anticipated. "He stayed safe, during the...with everything. Stuck at home and bored, but it seems no goblins, thank goodness."

She looks down and away, frowning slightly. "I haven't known what to tell him. About what happened to me. He assumed I'd gotten sick because of the cold, laryngitis or something, and I haven't corrected him." Her stomach twists with uncertainty, the sense that she shouldn't be burdening someone she barely knows--no matter how deeply she trusts him--with her worries. "Is that awful?"