He catches the way she's watching him, the focus of her gaze and he considers that. If he slows down what he says a bit then at least he's trying.

"Hours. Just hours and it's..." He waves a hand around, planting the other on his hip. It kind of slides a bit with the silk of his tunic and he makes a face. "Also I'm realizing why silk sheets are bad. You heard anything about who's behind this whole kidnapping thing? Besides Mister High Mage who sounds like a tired politician?"