Cole sat and watched, quiet and attentive, but with that same air of quiet acceptance that he carried with him effortlessly.

He was curious, but what he was, when he saw it, seemed anticlimactic compared to how Krem had felt about it.

"You don't look very different from me," Cole stated. "Just a lot more muscle. And more bruising, right now." He reached out, touching the bruising and feeling it in his own chest, letting some of the anger out of the injury and fading it back into healed tissue.