There were questions. Neria seemed pensive, a prowling thing, uncertain how to approach it. Kell would feel something simmering within her as she tried to find words. She squeezed his hand and remained silent until he was finished.

"Several attempts."

The first question, unasked, was when did this start? But deeper, still, was a different sort of inquiry.

"You are the only one who defends them? It's just you?"