“That’s... not fine.” Devon was instantly back to high-speed worry mode. He had to stop himself from reaching to check Sefton’s pulse, and otherwise, he was completely at a loss for what to do.

Croix, who hadn’t moved from his position by the wall, finally took a few steps forward. “I... have a thought,” he offered hesitantly. “I don’t want to be right, but... it’s still an idea. A weird idea.”

“Weird how?” Devon asked.

“Is he a reyvateil?” Pause. “I mean, I know they’re supposed to be girls. But you did say you’re not from here. So maybe, for all I know...”

Devon’s only answer was a blank stare.