"I don't know," he says again. He wishes he had a better answer.

The wind sweeps their way, slapping their backs despite the partial shelter provided by a stony outcropping. Wilhelm funnels his focus into the fire. With his magic, he pushes the flames bigger to combat the cold. It takes him a moment to return to the conversation.

"It's possible."

He picks at the fungus between his knuckles, trying to pick his words carefully. If Inej's mind is still gripped by delusions of gods, then he doesn't want to set her off. But if she's actually aware that her mind has been infested, then that's a step in the right direction at least.

"Kell tried to cure me. Didn't work, obviously." He holds up his hand to the flickering light. "But...my head's a lot clearer now."