They were not so in tune she was able to tell when something was wrong, but even she felt the zing of magic when his hand gripped her shoulder. That had been….odd and suddenly he seemed very eager to get going. “It’s fine,” She whispered back a flash of concern appearing on her lovely face before she smiled at the leatherworker. “Have a pleasant afternoon, we will see you later I’m sure.” She barely had time to incline her head respectfully before they were back out in the mid-afternoon sun.<br/><br/>Gwen kept shooting him glances as they weaved in and out of the marketplace crowd to the very outskirts. There they found what appeared to be an abandoned shop front and without so much as a glance over her shoulder gestured for them to go inside. This was the only place that offered them any  privacy and if something was bothering him it needed to be resolved before they spoke with the shamen.<br/><br/>It was cool inside this empty store and it smelled strongly of herbs, perhaps it had once been such a shop. Regardless right now she needed to focus on him. It was obvious something had happened after he finished situating the collar around her neck. “What’s the matter Warlord?” she asked as she gazed at him. “I felt your magic travel into my body when you squeezed my shoulder. Just a spark, but it was unsettling.” Wild magic was not something she knew how to handle with any degree of expertise. Everything she knew, she knew from books as she’d told him the evening he tried to levitate the gem.<br/><br/>Gently gripping his chin she gazed into his eyes her gray orbs seeming to pierce through him. She could feel it buzzing beneath his skin as it had her own last night. Was it…fighting him perhaps? No…that shouldn’t be possible. “Hmmm.” She dropped her hand from his chin and took a step back. “Tell me what you need Warlord, I will do my best to give it to you.”