Kell tells me all sorts of things. You'll have to be a little more specific than that.

[ There's something burdening Wilhelm, clearly enough. Rhy's tone is patient, waiting for him to find the courage to get it off his chest. In the meantime, he takes Wilhelm's hand and leads him to a bench in an alcove surrounded by blossoming ivy that drapes like curtains down the arch. ]

Sit with me. Take your time.