"She would have returned in time, even if you had lost your grip," he reassures Skellig. "But I am glad that you did not, for the wait for her return is always painful for us." He ponders what he's been told a moment. "There is power in blood, power in what is given and what is taken. The bond might have sparked there, true enough, but I do not believe it would have been enough on it's own."

"The villager, what became of him?" The question is asked too casually, too easily, to be entirely innocent.