Of course not - is what Kell almost throws back at Wilhelm's question... an accusation, a plea. It's all of it. He can swear he's seen Caitlyn disappear into the darkness deep behind the eerie glow, but it's not what draws his attention. It's who's holding the opening.

Kell hesitates, wasting precious seconds. Hears Istredd ordering them to go and slowly shakes his head. No! He can't leave him here! He won't...he can't...Don't make him! But there are also Wilhelm's fingers, white-knuckled around his wrist. Istredd's eyes on him so intense he could command Kell only by the force of his gaze. His words in Kell's mind. Kell's own weak response. Please don't stay behind. So he goes.

Kell urges Wilhelm to go first, then dives right after him, squeezing past the pulsating vines, like arteries to the beating heart. He tries very hard not to look back; doesn't trust himself he wouldn't have turned back if he did.