[ Trahearne's brows furrow slightly at the revelation. Huh. ]

I see.

[ His gaze and his eyes drop for a moment, and he turns back to the fire. He has no reason to doubt Syrlya on this, of course. ]

We can go back once I've warmed up. [ He isn't sure what this feeling is, and he isn't sure if he likes it, either. He brings his cup to his lips, but doesn't sip. ] I thought you've been helping him this whole time. When did this change?

[ And why didn't Syrlya tell him anything? ]