Speaking of things better not said aloud here... [ Nott, especially any sympathies toward the lakeside city. His expression turns more somber, though, and after a moment he nods in agreement. He can tell Kell doesn't really want to speak of this, so he only adds: ]

My home was at not-quite-war for a long while, until it was. [ Even though he remembers some parts of that war in ways that make no sense. ] Watching from what feels like the sidelines is... difficult.

[ An understatement. ]