Don't worry Adela, by the twelve, everything will work itself out. It always does but then again Haurchefant seems pollyanna for harboring a suspect away from Ul-dah conspirators and authorities, in which the government body consisted of suspicious evil overlords potatoes lalafells. Even if Hydaelyn had gone quiet perhaps from loosing her strength, there isn't much he could do other than to offer her aid and what little he has.

"Think nothing of it. In fact, don't try to overthink."

With a small yawn and a stretch by the warm hearth of the fire, he relaxes. A small break from duty. "It's going to get dark soon. The daylight tends to be short here. I have to think of what to make for dinner."

Despite how she's feeling, breaking up inside, and very slow to heal to pull herself together, he kept his warm body close to her. Perhaps by instinct, he wanted to curl up with her as she seeks comfort from him, but instead he supports her by curling his arms around her waist and back for a hug.

Even if she falls asleep, he could talk her ear off until she does.

"Are you partial to eft steak? The soldiers said it can be tough and gamey, but with the right sauce and seasonings, it can be delicious. I can go and make tea as well."