Kell smiles, a brief smile barely passing through his lips and eyes, then falls back to the support his chair provides. He lets out a sigh. The compliments feel unearned. He's well aware they most likely are. He has no plan. Only a grand vision and loads of wishful thinking.

"I hope you are right," he admits. While he's more than likely to put on a face for other people - if only to make them think he's got his shit together - Kell thinks it's simply unfair to pretend to Wilhelm.

"I hope we don't make it worse. Or rather I don't. I don't really fear for Rhy. This whole thing even happening is his work. For all my talk about how I want to get us out of the castle, out from under all the scrutiny, it's him who actually made it possible."

Point him in the right direction, and Kell can achieve great things, but he's become ever more acutely aware lately that he's no strategist. He's too stubborn, too impulsive to succeed at anything that requires careful planning, working towards a goal so far away in time that achieving it could take months if not years. He was unable, not to mention unwilling, to slowly build his position at court the way Rhy did.

Speaking of stubborn and impulsive...

"Actually, I have a favor to ask. It's about Kelson."