There's a fire-flicker of fury in him. He shouldn't let it, they had a good time, it was a good night, but if he snuffs it down then it'll just fester. "Then maybe try not to sacrifice yourself again," he grinds out, dredging up the pain and panic that slammed through him when he got Istredd's message about the kids being out and overwhelmed by what he always knew was going to be the result, just as he had told Kell.

He doesn't bury the feeling but he does slump forward, dipping his head to Istredd's shoulder and taking a deep breath. I'm not the only one it affects, you idiot. You must realize that now.