There's a bit of a pause. The words hit Pel and sink in. Her stoic facade drops, and a line appears between her brows. She gave up being a Keeper. Does she have any right to stay the blades of her kin, or complain about their behavior at all, when she gave up her method of influence? But how much longer could she have been bled dry before it killed her?

How long have these people bled even worse than she did, though?

She glances away, briefly, then shakes her head.

"Say they're from the Inquisition. I was just passing them out."