"I think I was just unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Gabe said. "Any help would be welcome, though I'm sure there's more poor in York than in Whitby... I don't know what to tell the people." He held his hand, looking at the bandage. "Well, thank you, anyway. If you don't mind walking me..." It felt like weakness, but Gabriel couldn't help being uncomfortable with the thought of going out alone. He wouldn't mind having Elijah's comfortable presence by his side. And for once, he had an excuse.