He doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, but he doesn't have to to know that he's being stared at. Maybe it's instinct from so much time on the battlefield, or a survival tactic after being stabbed by his men. Or maybe it's some sort of connection that still exists between them.

He doesn't have his fur-trimmed cloak; he hadn't been wearing it when he arrived. Armor is not comfortable for everyday wear, so he's left that at home. He's wearing some clothes he got in town, and still has his sword at his waist.

And when he turns to see who's giving him the feeling of being stared at, all he can do is find himself staring in return at a face he'd never expected to see again.