The groan she let out made him rethink that she considered the two as friends. He filed the thought away for a later time. It was more important now to keep Cashmere from added stress. He gave a nod at her reply about the murder. A few last things were picked up before he sat in a chair close to her bedside.

"Of course I looked for you," he immediately answered. "Every day since." Trip unconsciously slid down into the chair. "Checked every inch of this place for you, a handful of times a day."