Something about that exhalation and its accompanying expression had struck a chord with Vandelin, reminding him of the way Kit had blanched the last time he was offered magical healing. It's a lifelong, well-practiced habit, quietly and carefully analyzing his conversation partners for any sign of discomfort or weakness. He'd just like to argue that it can be used to help as easily as harm.

"You've met him?" He sounds, at first, pleased about this unexpected development--and then, wondering when this meeting took place and what his cousin might potentially have said about him, slightly alarmed. Whether Vandelin can justify his own wartime actions or not, Myrobalan can paint a rather different picture of him than he wants a guy like Kit to see, and Van doesn't trust anymore that Myr won't do just that if given the chance.

"It can't hurt for me to tag along," he says, though in actuality, it very much could. "Not that I'm suggesting you can't follow a trail of glowing wall markers, but, you know. The more the merrier."