Kell waits undemanding through the silence that descends. He knows very well what it is to war with oneself. At times, a refusal to interfere is the best offer of support, and he takes a drink of his own ale, listening when Sirius finally speaks again.

"I'm glad," he says, pleased that at least one of Sirius' demons has been put to rest, albeit via a rather confusing timeline. "How could he have aged so much?"