It was an answer in form, if not in content - Celehar, intimately familiar with prying and ill-intentioned questions masked by concern, let the topic drop rather quickly, passing the opportunity for interrogation in favor of one for quiet listening. Impossible, out on the water, to know whose toll was which voice, especially having been wrapped up in his own misery, and difficult to ask about it now.

He threaded his fingers together, looking down at his hands.

"Do you regret paying the toll?"