[Intro]
As per Nathan's request, Tamber al-Acorrin arranges to have Kevlan get an
appointment with the medic, now that he is transferring over to the Psychology
department. Unfortunately, the new psychologist hasn't yet moved into his
new office, and so, the exhausted Sorter must escort his friend directly to
Nathan's suite on level 2.....

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Tamber knocks on Nathan's Suite.

From Nathan's Suite, Nathan calls out "Come in...".
(To respond:  '+answer Nathan's Suite=<message>')

Tamber steps inside the door leading to Nathan's rooms.
Tamber has left.

The door slides open, and you step inside.
Nathan's Suite
The huge windows look out into a world of strange beauty. A veritable forest of 
  coral branches rises just outside the window, with brilliantly multicolored 
  fish darting here and there through it. Strands of seaweed sway to and fro, 
  and soft rays of the sun breaking through the surface of the water above 
  illuminate the whole scene. A large pool takes up half the room, with a 
  dolphin swimming to and fro inside. A drying wetsuit hangs on the pool's 
  edge. A bed, dresser, desk and a terminal complete the view. 
The illusion of being in one of Aqua Vivendis's undersea habitats is almost 
  complete, except for the unsightly bulge of a small holoprojector that is 
  creating the illusion in the first place. 
Contents:
Tamber(#1213Pep)
Nathan
Catering Unit
Radiant Bath
Obvious exits:
Nathan's Office  Out  

Tamber steps into the room first, bringing with him a frightened-looking Kevlan.

Nathan smiles from his seat by the desk. "Hi, folks. Come on in, make 
  yourselves at home."

Tamber looks tired, and ragged around the eyes, but more alert than his young 
  companion, as he says earnestly, "Good Nathan, I pray we are not disturbing 
  you at this hour... but we were directed to come to you by the psychology 
  personnel... "
Tamber turns to Kevlan and nudges his shoulder gently. "Come, dear boy, he will 
  not bite."

Kevlan shoves long bangs out of his eyes, blinks once, and nods slowly, 
  venturing after Tamber as the Sorter moves further into the room.

Tamber finishes, gesturing at Kevlan for Nathan, "You did say you wished to see 
  him at your earliest opportunity."

Nathan nods, leaning forward in his seat. "How're you feeling, Kev?"

Kevlan shyly scuffs a toe at what appears to be 'sand', then he slides a glance 
  to the holo-projector and seems to think, 'Oh... ' At the question, he starts 
  a little, and blushes deeply. "Ah-Ah-Ah... "

Nathan calmly waits for Kevlan to finish stammering.

Tamber presses his eyes closed for a moment, in an apparent look of tired 
  resignation, but as soon as Kevlan looks at him frightenedly, his face is 
  serenity itself. He asks Nathan, lowly, "If we may sit...?"

Too honest to lie, Kevlan finally mutters embarrassedly in the direction of the 
  floor, "Ah-Ah-Ah feel kinda funny."

Nathan raises an eyebrow at Tamber. "I did say to make yourselves at home. Pull 
  up a chair, there's one under the edge of the pool. Kev, you can sit on the 
  bed."

Tamber in a gesture that seems a little rote pats Kevlan's shoulder and steers 
  him in the direction Nathan indicates, before he sinks into the suggested 
  chair. Tamber half-smiles, then, looking slightly embarrassed with himself, 
  but he nods graciously. "Our thanks... "

Kevlan lowers himself awkwardly down onto the bedcorner, his hands 
  unconsciously fidgeting with one another.

Nathan nods at Tamber. "Ordinarily, I'd ask you to wait outside for a little 
  while... but this is a special case, so I'll suspend that. I don't think I 
  need to tell you that anything that happens here is sub rosa, do I?"

<Nathan>
Nathan's about 5'8"... short-cropped, somehow slick-looking black hair, dark 
  eyes staring at you alertly from a deeply tanned face, a crooked smile above 
  a close-cropped black beard. His left arm is held at a funny angle and a 
  twisted mass of scars shows through where his sleeve rode up on his wrist. He 
  moves slowly, with deliberation. A squarish black medikit is fastened to his 
  right forearm with velcro straps. 
Nathan's wearing a simple but well-patterned dark blue jacket, with pants that 
  match it almost precisely. Both show signs of wear. The golden meditech's 
  caduceus pinned to the lapel of his jacket throws back brilliant highlights. 

Tamber answers, his voice still rather softer than usual, as if he's putting 
  out less effort than usual to speak, "I shall be the very soul of silence... 
  " He blinks for a moment, looking slightly distracted.

Nathan nods, looking at Tamber searchingly for a moment, then turns to Kevlan. 
  "Kev... when you say you feel sort of funny... what do you mean? Can you 
  explain?"

Your thoughts often turn to your last cut of crystal.
Non-singers around you see: You feel tense as Kevlan paces and become more and 
  more irrational and moody.

Kevlan mutters timidly, "T-T-Tam pr-promised t' stay... " He looks scared for a 
  moment, flicking a glance at the door, but belatedly realizes that Nathan is 
  letting his friend do just that. Blushing again, and still fidgeting, he 
  mumbles sadly, "C-c-cain't think too good."
Tamber settles himself to listen quietly.

Nathan smiles softly. "That's perfectly all right, Kev. Just try to explain, 
  and don't worry about how good your thinking is.

Kevlan looks abashedly down at his hands, and grabs at one with the other, but 
  a moment after he stills them, one of his feet twitches slightly against the 
  floor. He admits, "'Mall... tw-twitchy, an-an-an' tired... "
Kevlan then adds, looking up plaintively, "An'... Ah-Ah-Ah jes'... jes' feel 
  l-l-like bawlin' 'bout e-ever' l'il th-thang... "

Tamber as if by reflex begins to answer, before silencing himself with a bit of 
  an effort. He blinks rapidly a couple of times, his head nodding forward 
  slightly.

Your thoughts often turn to your claim sites.
Non-singers around you see: Kevlan appears to be daydreaming.

Nathan licks his lips slowly, appearing to be thinking about that 'bawling' 
  remark. "I am not at all surprised... It's a fairly common aftereffect in 
  people who've gone through some very awful stuff. It's perfectly normal, Kev."

Tamber agrees drowsily, "Quite... ", then shakes his head rapidly for a moment.

Nathan's head snaps around. "Tamber, when was the last time you've gotten some 
  sleep?"

Kevlan doesn't notice his friend's apparent distraction, as he peers at Nathan 
  timidly - then, Nathan's remark makes him blink.

Tamber blinks, as well, and blushes, very slightly. "Last night... I can assure 
  you. Aria has spoken with me... "

Kevlan's brow furrows, and he suddenly looks very worried - the appearance of a 
  child who's just been told that his mother or father is sick.

Nathan raises an eyebrow. "I suppose. All the same, would you like to trade 
  places with Kevlan here, and stretch out for a bit?"

Tamber adds ruefully, "It was a few hours. Yes... " He mutters this, sounding 
  almost as if he's trying to remind himself of the passage of time. Nathan's 
  suggestion makes him look longingly at the bed.

Kevlan suddenly wobbles to his feet, moving to Tamber's side. Awkwardly, he 
  tugs at the Sorter's hands. "Nap," he entreats.

Nathan nods at Tamber. "Yes, do. We'll keep our voices down."

Tamber, between Kevlan's pleading gaze and Nathan's clinical one, blinks again. 
  He mumbles to Kevlan, "Galahad, dear boy, do not fret... I am only tired... " 
  He lets Kevlan move him, though, and lowers his lean frame down stiffly.

The pull of your claims is stronger now, and you think of them more often.
Non-singers around you see: Kevlan appears to be daydreaming.

Kevlan bites at his lip, as Tamber lies down; in moments, the Sorter's eyes 
  have dropped shut, though the strained look doesn't quite vanish from his 
  finely drawn features. Almost blankly, Kevlan keeps staring at Tamber...

Nathan stands up, guiding Kevlan to the 'invisible' chair. "He'll be all right, 
  he just needs a bit of sleep."

Kevlan starts, and blinks at Nathan dazedly, then seems to remember where he 
  is. He finally gives a shaky nod.

Nathan draws his chair closer to Kevlan's, being careful to not let the legs 
  scrape across the floor. He resumes his seat, lowering his voice so it does 
  not wake the sleeping Sorter. "You were telling me how you feel high strung 
  and nervous... and very easily upset," prompts he the Singer gently.

Kevlan gives Tamber a look for a moment that suggests seeing him in such an 
  exhausted state is enough of an excuse to burst into tears right here, but 
  Kevlan does not cry. He does nod slowly, though, unconsciously shifting on 
  the invisible chair, as he tries to keep from looking at it and fearing he'll 
  fall to the floor.

Nathan makes a wry face. "I'd offer to turn off the projector, but the damned 
  thing's jammed."

Kevlan looks uncertain how he should react to that, and finally hastily nods 
  again.

Nathan looks expectantly at Kevlan, then smoothes his face into a professional 
  mask. The last thing he wants to do is make Kevlan feel pressured.

Kevlan finally mutters shyly, "Ah-Ah-Ah ain't s-sure what Ah-Ah-Ah... s-should 
  say."

Nathan smiles. "Dear boy," says he, unconsciously mimicking Tamber, " there's 
  nothing you *should* say. You say things that you *want to* say -- my job so 
  far is to listen."

Tamber, on the bed, turns his head slightly, the slight frown of his mouth 
  speaking of difficulty reaching true slumber. But his eyes remain closed, as 
  he dozes, tired enough to do that.

Kevlan wrings his hands, then kicks one foot a little, and says, "Ah... 
  Ah-Ah-Ah ain't.... s'posed t' be like this." He frowns worriedly, vaguely.

Nathan licks his lips again, aware that he's walking a tightrope. "What are you 
  supposed to be like?"

Kevlan pushes a slightly unsteady hand through his disheveled hair, making his 
  plaintive eyes more visible. "N-n-n-not... frettin'... s-s-s-scared... "

Nathan nods slowly. "Kevlan, I think it's all right for you to be scared. There 
  are kinds of stress which no one could endure, not even the original Galahad 
  himself -- and what you went through was one of those."

Kevlan blanches, his mouth tightening, and he looks uncomfortably at his lap.

Nathan leans forward, his voice so soft it can barely be heard. "Kev... look at 
  me."

Kevlan obeys, hesitantly. His gaze has turned haunted.

Nathan begins speaking softly but firmly, holding Kevlan's gaze with his own. 
  "Kev, the reason you feel like crying at every single little thing is that 
  there is a huge thing inside you which you still have not cried about. 
  There's this block of pain inside you, and as long as you hold it inside you 
  will keep cutting your soul to shreds. Let it out. It will go no farther than 
  this room, I promise you. Let it out."

You don't hear resonance in your body anymore, somehow this almost bothers you.
Non-singers around you see: You feel concerned when you see Kevlan pace and 
  become more and more irrational.

Kevlan, trembling now, doesn't say anything during any of that, nor for several 
  moments after. His mouth shivers with the effort of talking for several 
  moments more, before he eventually blurts, "Ah.... Ah-Ah-Ah cain't!"

Nathan takes a deep breath, fighting to keep his voice calm, quiet and assured. 
  "You can. I'll help you."

Kevlan swallows hard; his eyes have dampened, with the threat of tears. 
  "C-c-c-cain't thi-think 'n-nit. Hurts. D-d-d-don' wan' 'member... "

Nathan moves over, awkwardly hugging Kevlan's shoulders across the arm of the 
  chair. "Let's try together, OK? Remember, I'm here, I'm with you. You're safe 
  now, nothing can hurt you..."

Kevlan fearfully nods, after flicking a wide-eyed gaze to Tamber and seeing the 
  Sorter still exhausted, still prone - no comfort there.
Kevlan ventures in a tiny voice, "'K-kay... "

Nathan nods slowly. "Okay. Now start by telling me about how you got to 
  Hesperia."

Kevlan shifts nervously, mumbling, "W-w-w-with Tamber. F'r th-th' G-G-G-Guild." 
  He abruptly blushes, and looks down again.

Nathan nods. "Yes. That's good. That's very good. Relax and let the story flow. 
  What happened next, once you actually got there?"

Something seems to have already disturbed Kevlan about speaking of this... his 
  voice remains unsteady and hoarse as he answers, "W-w-we was w-w-waitin'... 
  f'r Miz L-Leandrika... b-b-but she nev-nevah showed up... "

Nathan takes another deep breath. "And ... then what?"

Kevlan continues, "W-we jes'... waited... an-an' looked at stuff... " He trails 
  off uncertainly.
Tears start to well in those blue eyes again - evidently, you've just made 
  Kevlan remember something else.

Nathan does not say anything -- he in fact does not look like he'd trust his 
  voice at this point -- but manages to look expectant.

Kevlan finally confesses disheartenedly, "Ah-Ah-Ah m-m-missed Berni awful 
  b-bad... 'c-cause she... l-lef'.... "
Kevlan shudders, curling his arms around himself.
"....sh.... she... din' wanna mar-mar-marry me....!" These last few words creep 
  out of Kevlan painfully, and with them, he starts scrubbing a hand across his 
  eyes.

Nathan at the mention of Bernadette's name closes his eyes and gives one brief, 
  violent shudder. When he opens his eyes again a professional mask of concern 
  has slipped over his features. "I know ... that's awful hard, isn't it."

Kevlan sniffles, managing an awkward nod. If he notices your distress, he 
  doesn't show it.

"What happened then?" prompts Nathan gently. It's obvious that that can of 
  worms is something he wishes to avoid for now.

Kevlan stammers, "T-Tam w-w-w-wanted t-t'... teach me."

Nathan blinks. "Teach you to do what?" asks he with a slightly puzzled look.

Kevlan scrubs that hand across his eyes again, and mumbles something that you 
  _think_ is, after editing out all the extra stammered consonants, "'Bout how 
  t' act Singerly" - which makes Kevlan turn crimson again.

The pull of your claims is stronger now, and you think of them more often.
Non-singers around you see: Kevlan seems to be distracted.

Nathan, after a valiant effort, succeeds in suppressing a chuckle. "That sounds 
  like Tamber, all right. What happened next?"

Kevlan's arms curl around him again. He begins to tremble. "Th-th-then Tam 
  tr-tried t' figger out... h-how come we wasn't... doin' nothin'.... " Oddly 
  avoiding mentioning the crystal installation, Kevlan instead turns paler, and 
  his voice weaker as he whispers, "An'... th-th-they came... 'n' t... took... 
  took me... "
Kevlan clenches his eyes closed, and tries to huddle in on himself, nearly 
  falling off the 'invisible' chair.

Nathan says "Oh, fardles..." in a very small voice...

Crash. Kevlan falls sideways, making Tamber jerk up out of his doze. The Sorter 
  blinks dazedly, muttering, "Kevlan...?"

Nathan literally picks Kevlan up and puts him in *his* chair. "There. Should 
  have though of that a long time ago. Dumb, Nathan, dumb..."

Kevlan whimpers, his face soaked with tears now, "D-d-don't make me 'member... 
  pl-please... Ah-Ah-Ah don' wanna 'member... Ah-Ah-Ah wanna stay inna tree... 
  please... "

Tamber rolls awkwardly onto his side, frowning as the commotion penetrates his 
  admittedly erratic awareness. "Nathan... Kevlan... wha... "

Nathan grabs a spare blanket from somewhere behind Kev and drapes it over the 
  Singer's shoulders. "Sssh. We'll take a break now, let you calm down..."

Tamber breathes, green eyes widening, "My word... K... " He doesn't even finish 
  the word, as he freezes, half-sitting up on the bed. He looks wide-eyed and 
  inquiringly to Nathan.

Kevlan clutches at the blanket, ducking his head in shame as he sobs.

Nathan spares a single glance for the Sorter, a glance which says eloquently -- 
  "Help." He kneels before the Singer's chair. "It's all right to cry, Kevlan. 
  It really is."

Tamber wordlessly scrambles off the bed, and to Kevlan's side. As gently as he 
  can manage, Tamber frees one of the younger man's hands; promptly, Kevlan 
  clutches at his offered fingers.

Kevlan pleads hoarsely, "Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah don' wanna 'member that.... please....!"

Nathan sighs, closing his eyes, his breathing ragged. "All right. We won't, 
  then. Not yet."

Tamber strives mightily to look composed, as he whispers soothing nonsense to 
  Kevlan, trying to get him to calm down.

Kevlan eventually does calm - or at least, he stops crying, though his eyes by 
  now are blotched and reddened. Tamber reaches up to smooth his hair, almost 
  as if Kevlan were a child, and at last, the Singer settles down.

Tamber finishes by admonishing Kevlan firmly, "Do not apologize, dear boy, for 
  breaking down. Nathan is right... it is alright to cry. We do not hold it 
  against you. We promise."

Kevlan flicks a timid glance between the other two, and ventures a single nod.

Nathan nods at Kev, takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down himslef, and 
  finally motions for Tamber to follow him to the other end of the room. 
  "Kev... I just need to talk to Tamber for a bit. We'll be right here. OK?"

Tamber echoes that assurance, getting Kevlan to nod. The Sorter then pats his 
  shoulders, and turns to slip off with Nathan, though he mutters, "The boy 
  _does_ have a Singer's hearing, you know... "

Nathan stops dead in his tracks. "I hadn't thought about that... this is a 
  problem. What do you suggest we do?"

Kevlan clutches at the blanket around him, frowning vaguely - well within 
  earshot across this room, smaller than his own suite.

Tamber says, consideringly, "We could talk if he were asleep." He stresses that 
  word slightly, though whether it's because of his own lack of rest is 
  difficult to guess.
Tamber adds, a little ramblingly, "Or if you wish, I can fetch Jerrik to stay 
  with him... "

Your thoughts often wonder to the pleasant memories of crystal in your hands 
  singing softly to you.
Non-singers around you see: Kevlan appears to be daydreaming.

Nathan grins. "Fetching Jerrik is a concept, but being a meditech hath its 
  privileges. I can page him from here."
Nathan crosses to the wall console, taptapping at it.

Tamber nods quietly, and turns back to Kevlan, telling him gently, "We are 
  going to get Jerrik to stay with you, alright, my lad? You need not be alone, 
  then, while Nathan and I talk in private."

You hear a quiet tone on your wrist unit, and then a voice says, "A message to 
  all on Ballybran from Nathan:  Sledtech Jerrik Rawn Deegan, please report to 
  Meditech Nathan's suite, floor 2.".

Kevlan sniffles back a few remaining tears, and forlornly nods.

And after a short time....

You hear a soft chime and an electronic voice announces that Jerrik is in 
  Meditech's Quadrant and is knocking on Nathan's Suite.
(To respond:  '+answer Out=<message>')

To Meditech's Quadrant, Nathan calls out, "Come in!".

Jerrik steps in from the hall.
Jerrik has arrived.

Nathan smiles. "Jerrik. Good to see you. Would you do Tam and me a favor and 
  stay with Kevlan for a little while?"

Jerrik steps in somewhat reservedly, flicks a smile at Tamber, and a slightly 
  worried one to Kevlan. "I wasn't far away," he remarks, almost wryly. His 
  black eyebrows rise, but he nods. "Sure."

Tamber murmurs, "I shall explain later," as he lets Jerrik come over to their 
  young friend. Tamber steps aside, and nearer to the door, to wait for Nathan.

Nathan nods his thanks and steps out into the hall, sweeping Tamber along in 
  his wake.
Nathan steps out into the hallway.
Nathan has left.

Tamber steps out into the hallway.
Tamber has left.

Tamber> Meditech's Quadrant
Tamber> A light white gold strip runs along one wall. The carpet cushions your 
  footsteps and muffles noise from the lift area, but nothing can block out the 
  sub-vocal resonance from the winds outside. 
Tamber> Contents:
Tamber> Nathan
Tamber> Obvious exits:
Tamber> Tasmin's Suite  Stassia's Suite  Kasie's Place  Trianne's Suite  
  Daron's Suite  Gentric's room  Geon's Room  Talath's Room  Tsia's Suite  
  LEanna's Suite  Maximanix's Suite  KAtlyn's Suite  Lyra's Suite  Nathan's 
  Suite  Kakuru's Suite  Kael's Suite  Shakkar's Suite  Ruth's Suite  Lifts  

Tamber> Tamber follows you out, and once out of Kevlan's sight, sags a little.

Tamber> Nathan turns to Tamber, looking extraordinarily tense and worried. "Am 
  I correct in assuming he hasn't broken down much in your presence?"

Tamber> Tamber sighs. "Not... lately, no. Not for a few weeks."
Tamber> Tamber allows, "But then... I have not... asked him to speak of what 
  happened to him."

Tamber> Nathan nods. "Then I did achieve at least something good." He closes 
  his eyes briefly. "Tamber... settle my mind on something, would you?"

Tamber> You say "Surely..."

Tamber> Nathan looks squarely at the Sorter. "In your opinion as the one who 
  knows Kev best... would it be better or worse for him if Kevlan was attended 
  by another physician?"

Tamber> Tamber blinks, and peers at you more closely. Then, as if you've 
  suddenly confirmed something he has suspected, he answers you softly, "That 
  would depend, dear man, on how well you think you could do the job. You care 
  for him - and you have the training to handle this. I could not object, 
  myself."

Tamber> Nathan shakes his head from side to side. "Tamber, please... you're not 
  answering the question. Would Kevlan respond to another physician as well as 
  he does to me?"

Tamber> Tamber shrugs lightly. "That, I cannot say. But he does trust you. You 
  helped him before."

Tamber> Nathan leans against a wall, looking strangely at the Sorter. 
  "That's... what I thought." HE makes a face. "All right. What have *you* been 
  doing to yourself?"

Tamber> Tamber blinkblinks. "I beg your pardon... ah." He sighs, shoving a hand 
  through his hair, though his is much shorter than Kevlan's and not in danger 
  of getting in his eyes. "Kevlan has needed me, as has Bernadette. They 
  both... are becoming strained by the lack of crystal."

Tamber> Nathan raises an eyebrow. "May I point out that you're no good to 
  either of them half-dead from exhaustion?"

Tamber> Tamber closes his eyes for a moment, and his head rocks forward 
  slightly before he catches himself. He murmurs tiredly, "You would be 
  pointing out what Aria has already taken pains to make clear to me... I... 
  have been trying to sleep, with little success."

Tamber> Nathan nods and digs in his medikit, shaking several pills out onto his 
  palm. "These should help. Feed Kevlan one too."

Tamber> Tamber points out ruefully, sounding rather embarrassed to be admitting 
  this, "I... am told I am off-duty.... until a medic certifies me fit for work 
  once again." Apparently knowing what the pills are by sight, he nods heavily. 
  "How often, for these?"

Tamber> Nathan hmms. "One every eight hours, no oftener than one every four."
Tamber> Nathan raises an eyebrow. "And don't think you can wheedle me into 
  certifying you fit when you aren't. You aren't hurting for money, are you?"

Tamber> Tamber asks dryly, "For sleep, or for calming?" He almost laughs, at 
  that last. "I sort black for Galahad - at least, when he brings it in." The 
  smile fades, but he shakes his head evenly. "I am not low on credits."

Tamber> Nathan nods. "Good. You can take a well-deserved rest. The pills will 
  actually help with both." He pushes himself off from the wall. "Shall we head 
  back inside?"

Tamber> Tamber pockets the prescription, trusting that Nathan will note it 
  accordingly in both his and Kevlan's medical files, and nods wearily.

Tamber> Nathan steps inside the door leading to Nathan's rooms.
Tamber> Nathan has left.

Nathan steps in from the hall.
Nathan has arrived.

Tamber steps in from the hall.
Tamber has arrived.

Nathan nods to Jerrik, smiling. "Thank you ever so much."

Jerrik has crouched near Kevlan, with one eye on the door, and when the other 
  two men return, he rises. Kevlan has relaxed his deathgrip on the blanket, 
  but still looks rather forlorn.
Jerrik nods evenly. "Anything for Galahad, sir." He grins encouragingly at 
  Kevlan, who looks back up at him shyly.

Tamber, as Jerrik slips him a curious glance, shakes his head slightly, waiting 
  by the door. The Sorter asks Nathan, "Shall we make a second appointment, 
  then...? We are all weary, I think... "

Kevlan awkwardly tries to pull tangles out of his hair, as he listens to the 
  talk around him.

Nathan takes a few steps across the room, sitting down on the bed. "The second 
  appointment, I think, should be within the next few days. Shall I contact you 
  later with the timing, Tamber?"

Tamber inclines his head, as Jerrik turns back to Kevlan, and tells him 
  pleasantly, "C'mon, kid, let's let the good doctor get some rest, hey?"

Nathan waves wearily as the procession troops towards the door.

Kevlan looks slowly from face to face... and just as slowly, takes the blanket 
  off from around his shoulders. He proffers it to Nathan, timidly.

Nathan grins and takes the blanket. "Thanks, Kev."

Jerrik blinks, then smiles, and lets Kevlan rise unsteadily to follow him. The 
  Sorter and the Sled tech and the Singer then depart.

[End log.]