Asmodia groans. "I don't know. I know he's close if I can feel him, but I don't know which way. If we start walking and I can't feel him, I guess we'll know we went the wrong way?"

This is why she doesn't let him out of her sight. Ever. She should be able to scry on him, but apparently that's not happening today. "Come on," she says, starting to move again. "Let's just pick a direction."