"I do," Kell confirmed quietly, but not with any shame. Rhy hated it and always had, especially when they'd been younger, and Kell had been ready and willing to open a vein at the slightest of boyish injuries. Rhy never went to sleep with more than a bruise -- and Kell always healed quickly.

A small pain like this was hardly more than a blink.

Curious, he moved into her grasp, watching her eyes as she spoke, as if she were apologizing for something shameful, having to justify it. Kell frowned slightly, troubled, but not because of what she'd done.

"Did you find anything?"