Kit spared a concerned look at John while his eyes were closed: his worn-down look, his vague descriptions. Maybe she hadn't found him all in one piece, after all.

"Aye. Claire told me you'd come 'round. But you never came back, or rang about it," she continued, trying her best to keep her tone concerned rather than accusatory, "so we didn't know what you were doin' in Belfast."

Kit fixed John with a more direct gaze, then. She was starting to wonder what he wasn't saying, but then, she hadn't given him reason to admit anything. Still, she wanted to know what trouble he'd brought upon her. What danger he'd been in himself. So she asked, gently, only half expecting an explanation, "Accident?"