Impressively done, in so short a time. [He slides the arrow into his belt and nods at the ladder he's on, as if warning her that he's coming up further. He climbs the last bit slowly, as he talks, not looking at her anymore, but listening carefully in case she makes a break for it. He doesn't think she will. Not at this moment.]

There was a fog, I suppose. And then your whole world seemed to change. It isn't just your story. We hear it quite a bit.

[He reaches the top and pulls himself up, turning again to face her from across the gap] You can't go home. [It's a harsh truth, and a dangerous one to say to someone who could send an arrow whizzing through his brain, but honesty's the best policy, he figures] You may never remember what your home was.

But that doesn't mean you have to spend forever running.