[It isn't something he can deny, really. Maybe in another time, another place, their respective roles may have pitted them against one another as equals. Regardless of how she behaves, and how distasteful he finds it, he can put his feelings aside - well, he has to, always - and acknowledge that much.

It doesn't mean he's happy about it though.]

I would imagine in a similar fashion to thine own, spirited away with little warning and no explanation to be found.

[He looks back to the caravan, pulling at it.

...of course he can't pull himself free, so the caravan actually pulls with his hand. It's even easier to move since it's floating.

But he's not about to leave with the whole thing glued to him.]