Worry deepens to concern. Dimitri searches Darcy's face. He doesn't understand. If he has to be here, brought to yet another strange land, he's just glad to see his brother -- glad Darcy is here, and not in the clutches of Malin's ilk.

"It's alright. I'm here. I'm -- let's get somewhere quieter -- " Dimitri starts to steer Darcy towards the edge of the square, where they won't be in full view of anyone and everyone. "I'm real. Please -- please look at me."