Jayce's hand on his shoulder helps Kell focus. He was already flickering away, without even realizing it. So concentrated he was on creating the drawings that he'd began losing grip on his physical form. Or what passes as one here. He already talked to Rhy, but he's deeply grateful anyway. It was too short conversation. Now, that he'd finally was able to concentrate long enough he had to fight the urge to go to their domain, to look for Rhy, instead of coming here. It was no easy fight.

"Thank you."

He's half-way through making a crude image, a shadow of it barely, of the ceiling creature when he falters. That's the only one that he had a chance to take a better look. The other one he had only heard. And the screams. He looks up.

"They killed so many people, Jayce." As he says those words, both Jayce and Viktor can finally see Kell as he really is. Tired, injured, ashen pale, feverish, scared. "Regular people, from Nott, probably other places too. I recognized some. They left their bodies to rot...to feed the mold...and I can't... I couldn't even do something about it." The dead deserve a burial, but Kell can't call more than a flicker of a flame. Not with how erratic his magic is in this cursed place. It disturbs him more than he'd ever expect it could. The dead deserve their burial.

Kell hears Viktor's voice, shivers as if he just remembered that Viktor too is present, then turns to him.

"I will, I'll... try. Just. Viktor? Don't let him do something stupidly heroic. Those people are monsters. Find us, yes, but please be careful."