Kelson looked absolutely puzzled, but was willing to take the others word for it. He still thought it would be hard, but, maybe if you put something softer down to cushion it? Still, he did really like sleep. Kelson was not a morning person. At least not willingly.

While being a giant buzzkill, Kelson was also self aware enough to realize his mistakes. And then usually emotionally flaggelated himself until someone made him stop. Blame his mother for that one. He was totally his mother. Just don't tell him, he'd be so offended. But there were also times when he'd dig his heals in and refuse to believe he was wrong. You could wear him down and make him realize his mistakes but sometimes, he was obstinate. Kelson held himself to a high standard and became absolutely maudlin when that standard was not upheld. Or simply refused to believe it. One or the other. It usually eventually ended with wallowing depression though.

"Sometimes my temper gets the best of me. It's a fault." It was a Haldane thing. He had been told not to antagonize people. And yet, sometimes he antagonized people. But that was one thing he and Linhardt agreed on. Actions spoke more than words.

"If the situation is hopeless, we both will flee. But I don't leave people behind." As for self preservation and defending others, it was definitely not a royal thing. Or Kelson wouldn't have had to just behead his cousin. No, best not thing about that. He was getting nauseous again.

"Ahh, so I am your patient!" He smiled. "I think we have that in common, trying to do good and create change sometimes feels endless and thankless." Kelson didn't say anything but he thought that the situation they were in here in Thorne did not care that Linhardt wanted out. If he read things correctly, it was a dangerous game they were in, and Thorne was losing.

Maybe he was wrong.

No. He wasn't wrong. The signs were all there. The guards, the tension. He sighed.