Kell nodded. Though he could sense things, they could always shield, and he'd outgrown being surprised by anything that came out of Asora. It could make the impossible look routine.

Staying still beneath her touch, eyes half-shut, they blinked wide again at the touch of her magic. It felt like the first time she'd ever healed him, with the aftertaste of dark.

He took a deep breath, then flexed his arm, running his fingertips over the newly unbroken skin, then looking up to meet her eyes, find the shock mirrored there.

"When I came to Asora," Kell said carefully, "My connection to Rhy was muted to all but his heartbeat. I couldn't feel his emotions, his pain, nothing. Your link may be flexible, as well."