"Perhaps they will be yet successful again. Occupation does not prevent that, only hinders it." It hindered it pretty well though. He felt for the people of that land, and hoped the occupiers were at least gentle. He doubted it though.

He did raise an eyebrow when they discussed succession. The man wasn't wrong, but Kelson was never going to admit it. "No. Never." He was momentarily taken aback by the question, before he stopped and thought about where Linhardt was coming from. The question made sense, Kelson just didn't like it.

"If I abdicated I wouldn't be able to make change and we'd be right back to where we were. Hating magic and anyone who has the unfortunate accident of birth to be born with it. That kind of bigotry is unacceptable." He gave the other a wry grin. "Besides, it's working." He had decided to just. Let them hang themselves with their own rope. "People are ignorant, and ignorance can be changed. Educated. Bigotry cannot be. Those who cannot fall in line....I'm....weeding. Lawfully." Okay. He hung the Pope. From the rafters. It was therapeutic.

Kelson likewise got a faraway look, as if trying to categorize their worlds as well. But Linhardt's sleeping problem caught his interest. Quite a lot. "You sound like someone I know. He too has to be told when to sleep and when not to push himself." Like Morgan, Linhardt cared too much he guessed. He pushed himself, far beyond what was safe. Or wise, to help others. "I'd be quite happy to deal with you just as I deal with him. We all need a good night's sleep sometime. You will be perfectly safe." Even if it didn't work, it was an interesting exercise. To see what their magics did together. How his Deryni abilities worked or did not work with Lindhart's crests.

Kelson smiled back, glad he had perhaps made one friend here.