Kahlil had not meant for such a strong reaction from Kell at Rhy's name, at least not so strong as to turn his face pale white. He doesn't know what to make of it any more than Lucifer does, though, and resists the urge to look at the devil's face to get a read on what he makes of that reaction.

It's a very, very quiet trek back to the small campsite. He's taking in the sight when Kell turns, smiling now. Kahlil raises both eyebrows, as if surprised by the thanks. Not for anything to do with Kell, only that it seemed the obvious thing to do.

He returns the smile, clasping Kell's shoulder solidly for a moment.

"Couldn't let Mildred lose her best and favorite employee," he says, a wry turn to his smile. And anyway, he should save his thanks until they get the rest of them out of the cold and back to the castle. There's still a long trek down the mountain.

He pats Kell's shoulder and goes off to speak with the others from his group.