Celehar takes a breath, and after a moment his shoulders relax and his ears settle into a more neutral position. "I am," he said, with a nod. No attempt at a reassuring smile, as he makes space for Dankovsky to come to the top of the stairs, but he does once more meet the other man's eyes.

"There were voices that spoke to me from the mists, but nothing more, before the Ferryman found me." He smooths his coat down, slightly self-consciously, and does his best not to loom as the other man finishes coming up the stairs. "Your experiment...?"