Half standing, and untangled, he added as it of course caught up with him, "Of course." Edward crossed the room silently, the only sounds those of the faint friction, opening and setting up.

It's not wanting to go so much as what if it gets worse while he is gone. What if away is the wrong choice, or staying is. There is no basis to chose from.

And Carlisle at such a loss, Carlisle unknowning.

It's a symphony piece, not too robust given everything.