Another strange expression crosses Kell's features. It isn't one of acceptance -- reluctant or otherwise -- or even argument. There's something Sirius is missing and, as Kell begins tugging at the shirt to reveal a strange, circular scar over his heart, is only more intrigued.

"Rhy?" he echoes, gaze darting from Kell's face to the mark against his skin. Kell had explained earlier that he could heal quickly from his wounds, but it's obvious this is no ordinary scar. There's even a shimmer to it, as though decorative. His gaze lands on Kell's face once more and holds, assessing. "Person or place?" He pauses a moment, lips pursed and head cocked. "Or merely a curse?"