It's an echo of his Calling, to listen to the grief of others - to focus, in the midst of everything, to someone else's pain and provide, if not comfort, then a space where the emotions might be poured out Celehar latches onto it like a lifeline. His Calling has already saved him from this grief before, though here, with Evru's quiet voice seeking him like an arrow, it's a double-edged sword that he grasps blindly.

"Your - " Right. Her soul, sealed in a sword. The foundlings, who she sought justice for. It takes him a moment to remember it, in that conversation on the riverbank. "You knew her before." He doesn't - can't - know the details, but the pain in that voice - he's met many, who would do drastic things in moments of desperation. Who would make terrible choices...

It takes a moment for him to find his voice again, and when he does, it's more rasp than words. "There - the right. You do not have to carry me the whole way, Othalo."