He knew that she would understand. He knew that it would be like looking into a mirror, seeing her process it.

He wasn't sure if she'd question his certainty, if she'd insist on hearing Evandrin herself before she believed him. That she doesn't, even for a moment -

His breath comes ragged for a moment, before he swallows hard and nods. His gaze shifts to Neal, too, and he raises a hand to rest it on his arm. "Evandrin sent him here, to Exandria. To us. But he was - " His hand twitches. He doesn't let his grip tighten. "They wiped his mind, Laerryn."

There's a protective growl to the words that he doesn't try to soften.