He'll - pack with the assumption that he can save his sister. There's lots of non-perishable food, packing as much as possible with the least amount of weight. Water, too, but that one's a bit harder. It's always heavy. Whatever, that's fine, he'll just - obsessively pack some more things. Pack, pack, pack.
Predictably, he runs out of things to do. Except think. Which has become something of a minefield, lately. To keep him from doing something stupid. He can't think about Zevaia, can't think about the knife, can't think about the Dean and how insanely long it's taking him to get the smallest tidbits of information out of him. He can't think too much about obsessive ways to make sure Annie's safe, for fear of becoming some kind of psychotic, controlling stalker or something.
But trying to not think about Annie is a recipe for failure or insanity, so he distracts himself with - what ifs. What would have happened if he'd met her without the necklace's and tracker's side effects combination, what he would have done if she'd asked him to kiss her...
That helps the time pass by faster.
"I - this is really stupid, but there was a - person earlier, who touched a new artifact and it made him say something kind of horrific and there was no reasonable way he could have known it. It was sort of scary, I'm - glad you're okay."
"Do you want to tell me what he said?"
This is different from asking outright? Isn't it? Maybe?
"Basically that everything with the knife was going to go horrifically wrong and that I was a failure and wouldn't be able to either save my sister, or keep you from -" He winces, making an audible little pained sound. "- being cut."
"Well, you got the knife. And I'm fine. I've just been showing up at classes and doing homework and - stuff."
"Yeah," he says. "So it was probably just - saying something another person finds really horrible when you first meet them, or - something. I'm glad you're okay."
"Were you?" says Aldaras, sounding - somewhere between gooey and in love, sorry that he worried her, and genuinely touched.
"Yeah. If you'd touched the knife after being necklaced it might still have gotten you, if order of operations matters."
"Thank you," he says, genuine and lovingly and sounding like he wants to hug her and tell her she is the best person in all the world. Also probably some of the adoring looks.
"I'll be back at Drofnfjord soon," he assures, in the same voice. He can't wait to see her again.
(The new happy couple wander by, engagement piercings fresh in their left ears, holding hands, pausing every four steps to kiss eagerly.)
"Yeah, I'm..." He sees the happy couple. "... Looking forward to it. Sorry, the - couple I mentioned earlier are now engaged, that's a bit..."
Among other things. That is a complicated subject that he doesn't really want to get into over the phone.