When he doesn't immediately pull away, Kahlil gives Wilhelm's shoulder a soft squeeze.

"There's been a lot going on," he says, understanding. It's still in the air around them, the faint scent of smoke and ash from the burnings. After a second he lets his hand fall back to his side, but he doesn't move any farther away.

"What do you see when you try?"

When he tries to sleep, or when he tries to summon fire. Maybe they both have similar answers, maybe not. He lets Wilhelm decide which to answer.