Though it hasn't necessarily been a strange day, it hasn't escaped Edith's notice that there's something going on, in the way that she's learned things often do in Darrow. She's passed a few people with words printed on their backs that she doubts they would have worn willingly, and a few others who've seemed to be drawing the attention of passersby, but it's been a peripheral sort of awareness, nothing she's stopped to think too much about. It certainly isn't on her mind at all when she sees Thomas leaning against a wall, looking none too well. Stopping is practically an instinct. There's no way she could just leave him like that.

"Thomas?" she asks, frowning, and reaches out a hand to him, her fingers stopping just short of his shoulder. "What's the matter? Are you alright?"