It feels wrong to leave Rhy like that. No matter what words of comfort were offered by the healer that did come to see him, Kell is not convinced. This is not normal. He has to do something about. And for that, he has to leave. There's nothing in this room that would help. He can only hope he'll find something outside.

The touch startles him. It will be long before he'll get used to gestures like that, if ever. At this moment, it is a surprise - not entirely a pleasant one - and dangerously feels like pity, not reassurance. So he bristles.

"Nobody is going to figure it out for us, that's for sure."

He waits for Wilhelm on the other side of the door. Making sure it's firmly close, so nobody would disturb his brother in his unnatural sleep. The corridor is dark and quiet, but Kell tries to ignore the sense of unease it causes him. It's nothing. It's just late.