(He cracks a smile at that and runs a hand through his hair,)

Right... (This isn't really how he'd wanted her to find out.) Claude. Khalid. Call me whichever feels right to you. Neither is wrong.

(He is Khalid and he is Claude. The thing with pretending to be someone else for so long is that you eventually become that person. He can't just shed that part of him away and pretend those years didn't happen, not when who he was at that time had been so important.

He makes his way over and leans against one of the study tables, half sitting, half standing.)

I was going to tell you before we arrived.

(But that obviously hadn't worked out. He doesn't bring up why exactly but he does watch her. He doesn't need to say it. She knows exactly what's on his mind. But she's always been a secretive one, hasn't she? Back at the academy, she'd always dodged anyone that had gotten too close and Seteth had kept everyone away.

Well, she won't have the same protection here. He can look out for her the best he can but in Almyra, it really is everyone on their own. At least, that's all he's ever really known here. )

What happened? No one could find anything wrong. It was like you were in some sort of... deep sleep.

(Like a coma.)