That's the problem, Wilhelm doesn't have any ideas. His brow pinches as worry and frustration tangle together.

"I don't know," he admits with a sigh. His eyes turn aside, arms folding over his chest. "All this magic stuff isn't exactly my strong suit."

As Kell should recall from the disastrous evening in Nocwich. In the silence that trickles in, he watches Rhy...lie there, and then he can't watch him anymore. He picks a wall to pin his gaze to and traces the stonework.

"Hey, the healers here...they don't actually know much about the Horizon, right? Only the Summoned are supposed to be able to get there. So, I mean, they wouldn't have any reason to look into it further. Maybe there's something that they missed."

He's grasping at straws, and he knows it.