Kate folds her arms casually; Glacius remains calm, reassuring. Carlisle, on the other hand, tenses, his fingers curling against his palms, shoulders stiffening as though his muscles were wound by by the riling torrent in his gut.

"And yet, she hid it from me," he cuts back. His eyes finally rise to meet Kate, their glow vibrant as his energies stir with his temper. "You deliberately hid your inquiry from me. It was not a mere question, and you knew it."