A gesture, yes. And a distraction. To keep him from running after them, from -- from what? What could he do now? Would he? Stop him from being put in a cell he does not want and yet goes to of free will's accord? What could he say? Would he be able to? What would he do with him but stare?

How could he not be horrified, and furious.

He doesn't try to touch her when he turns toward the infirmary he knows too well from (his) Carlisle, one hand twisting, briefly at the bracer under the cuff of his long sleeve shirt.