"Only you, so far, but Tempus is out looking - he'll probably find Cerrit, at this hour." As he answers, Zerxus does two things: carefully settles Neal onto the cot, and steels himself for the conversation he's about to have.

"His name is Neal. I don't know much for certain, and what I do know is because of - he's connected to someone. Or possessed, maybe." Which should have him fiercely determined, as a paladin, but he sounds achingly uncertain. When he straightens and turns to meet her gaze again, his expression is balanced between desperate hope and crushing desolation.

She hasn't seen him look like that since Evandrin started fading away.