His eyes followed her hand as it moved to her throat, delicate brows lowering in confusion. What, he wondered, was the significance of such a collar, and why did it come to mind when she mentioned knowing nothing of travel. It was only that, he reasons, that caused her to touch it so. A shackle, perhaps?

He rolled his shoulder in a shrug at her question. "I go where the wind blows. It took to the skies seeking freedom. They have yet to disappoint."