"This is the failing of my other self, apparently-" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Otherwise perhaps we were not friends? I meant to keep in touch, having friends is not something I am well accustomed to but that is a part of things, yes?"

Keeping touch. Minding them, writing them, offering gifts. He slowly nudges Alistair until he can stand, hauling his bags over his shoulders. "We should...find you somewhere clean and dry to change your clothing."