Still just listening in silence, Waver watched her. His eyes had focused more in the minutes she'd come into the room, sharply following every movement now, while his own remained slow, tense and careful. For a moment, he considered the suggestion, eyes locked on the woman's, noting the strange color. When she offered the clothing, he took it, hesitated, but did not put it on. Instead, he let the tunic fall across his lap and proffered his wrists once more.

Until she'd loosened the cuffs as promised, Waver didn't even acknowledge the other question, but finally, with effort, he opened his mouth. The word was barely a whisper.

"Why?"