His hands tighten on Neal, reflexively pouring every bit of healing he has left into the form Evandrin is borrowing.

Zerxus knows it won't help - it didn't help last time, either - but if he doesn't try something he might break down, and no one can afford that.

He can't allow himself to falter, can't argue that being himself wasn't enough when it counted the most, because suddenly he has a second chance.

"Another plane - Laerryn, we need to talk to Laerryn - "