He shortens his stride when necessary, more interested in keeping her near him than letting her fall behind. If she's truly from the 1800s then he can't begin to imagine what kind of overload she's experiencing from everything she's seeing. At least if she's staying with him, he can ask more and learn from how she sees this future, if it's even the same as the one she would have.

"Durgavasi?" he asks, brows furrowing at the unfamiliar term. With all the languages he knows from his studies of Barrayar, that is not one that has come up.