[Kelson knew how she felt, in a way. He had never died, but he'd been injured, gravely, would have been fatally injured if not for help. It's one thing to die in battle or when you're expecting it, its another to have all sense of safe haven ripped from you. He quite imagined that was how his friend and Confessor felt, after Loris tortured and burned him at the stake. Or Derry, after suffering the machinations and mind control of Wencit. Wencit had been a monster and Kelson shuddered to think of what Derry must have had to endure, or have been forced to do. He knew they both still had nightmares, even if some of the memory itself was blurred.
So, he didn't push it. She wasn't ready to talk. She might never be ready. Derry wasn't and it had been four years. So he merely arched an eyebrow at that assertion, showing he wasn't convinced but not pressing the subject.]
I can see why, it does you justice. Are you enjoying the feast?
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So, he didn't push it. She wasn't ready to talk. She might never be ready. Derry wasn't and it had been four years. So he merely arched an eyebrow at that assertion, showing he wasn't convinced but not pressing the subject.]
I can see why, it does you justice. Are you enjoying the feast?