[ Viktor won't be doing any sneaking any time soon with those. Kahlil keeps step with him, he's not in any particular rush to get to their destination.

He catches the wariness in Viktor's tone, and for that his demeanor turns a bit somber again. Where the path starts to branch and then vanish beneath the deadened bramble just beyond the city's fiery gates, he points in the direction of the Featherhive where they were told to collect crystals out of the underbrush. Viktor might be prideful, but he doubts he would argue in favor of the option involving climbing towering trees.

At the question he nods. ]

At the castle infirmary. Abraxan healers. [ He was passed out for most of that. ] We don't have very many Summoned healers in Thorne. [ Not the kind who specialize in it. He frowns to himself. ]

There was one young man, newly arrived. But... he vanished shortly after the rifts closed.

[ Kahlil had liked Linhardt. ]