"She's in the Ramble," Andrew tells Edgar, though he feels a wave of relief himself as they get away from some of the bustle of the city. They're close -- he was just here, and it's been ages since he visited. He's given up on making his mind mesh for now, and the cessation of his conscious efforts to do so in favor of just letting himself stay split down the middle is probably doing more to fix the problem than he could do deliberately. Already he's steadier on his feet, and he's feeling the urge to look around for the other him that ought to be here less and less. "Daine knows the way, and once we get there I can...." he waves a hand vaguely. "Fix me."