Of course it's tea. I will not be complicit with your trying to weasel out of doctor's orders.

[Kell shakes his head with equally fake indignation.]

Not where they can easily catch me. They're like hawks.

[Kell sits on the edge of the bed. As he raises hand to tuck a stray lock behind Rhy's ear, the worry on his face is all too obvious.]

I know, but let them finish.

[One of the most infuriating limitations on Kell's magic here is to his healing. He can no longer As Hasari Rhy out of any injury. Just like he can't open a door to Cadens or Nocwich.]