He's silent for a longer while. Barely moving, only breathing, until his breaths match up with Kell's.

Rhy presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. His voice comes out choked and thick, quiet enough for only Kell to hear, even if they weren't alone.

"There was a girl. Too badly injured. They brought her to us too late. I tried, but-- it wasn't enough."

She isn't the first. Just the youngest he's seen, whom he'd tried to help directly, and he'd failed.