I will. I'll listen, I'll do what you say, I-I'll keep quiet. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be... I'm not...

[His quiet voice trails off for a moment, hands gripping into the fabric across Drael's chest and head tilted forward as though he can bury all this beneath the warmth of another body. But then Kris looks up, and though his voice is little more than a whisper now it's steady and sincere. Frightened and small, but heavy with feeling.]

Thank you.