A visit. They had gone years between seeing one another until recently in his time, which made Essek feel – hope – that he was from the time that the wizard remembered. The secrets couldn’t plague him because Verin already knew them.

At least the ones from before Hell.

He swatted at his brother’s hand, trying to stop it from mussing his hair. “Good. Jrusar, then?” he asked. That would pinpoint it, and let him know how much he needed to be careful about mentioning Caleb. Mollymauk, though…he wasn’t sure he could broach that quite yet.

“Let us get you something to eat,” he said, starting to float away. “And we will. Just not in my current room.”