Telmé shook his head. "Everyone keeps telling me to go away, treating me like I'm notnot really part of the Legion. But I am, and they need me. They need you, too. I don't care if they don't like it."
Korin met his gaze, then looked away again. "I-I'm sorry I said I hated you."
"Forget it," Telmé said gruffly. "We have to hurry, if I'm going to take the Blooding and then go kill the morbid serpents and demons before the Legion departs."
Korin looked up again, then closed the space between them and grabbed his wrist. "Come on, before someone comes along and figures out what we're doing." Striding up to the door, he let go of Telmé and splayed his hands across it, muttering something that Telmé did not quite hear. The door glowed with holy blue light and gave a soft click as it opened. Korin looked over his shoulder. "Hurry up."