[ He narrows right in on the strained nature of her broadcast, cutting through everything else she says.

Because they share an aspect, it's not as though Amos' emotions can be hidden from her either — not that he'd consider trying to hide them even if they didn't. They're relatively muted because of the way he is, but they flit across their shared mindspace regardless: surprise at hearing that she's chosen to live in Highstorm despite remaining Meridian, followed by immediate concern. That she's asking for someone to help show her the city goes as unremarked upon as does the fact that Springstar is suffering from random and vicious attacks — the latter being completely irrelevant to him, while the former pales in comparison to the other problem he foresees. ]

I take it your discord's holding up okay, [ since he hasn't heard of any monster attacks in Highstorm itself, ] but call me when it gets to be too much. I got magic that can fix it. Doesn't matter that we're both Exalts.

[ And he's already put down one shard-bearer whose discord got out of hand in his city. He's not letting it happen again, hence the single-minded focus with which he approaches her. Doesn't matter the terms they last parted on, nor that he's increasingly unsure what to make of her — he remembers Midna to be practical so here he is, being practical in return. ]