No argument from Wilhelm, who doesn't realize that the wave of confidence cresting inside him is more than the simple hope that something might be done — it's amplified by Adlewyrd's sway. He doesn't realize that his words are nudging Kell toward tempting recklessness.

All he knows is that he can't spend another minute in this room that feels like a hospital waiting room. Like the moment before bad news breaks. So he's already halfway to the door before he takes one last look over his shoulder at Rhy's still face.

Catching up to Kell, he rubs his shoulder and gives a reassuring squeeze.

"Hey, we'll figure this out, okay?"

Are you sure?