A pull at the corner of Ellis' mouth, quiet amusement that doesn't linger and fades as they eat. It is gone entirely by the time Silas raises the point.

"Aye."

Yes, Ellis knows that. And he doesn't have anyone he might steer Silas towards. Who could they trust with it? It'd be a risk. Ellis can't ask him to gamble on the good graces and discretion of Riftwatch mages.

"When I return, we might see what Val de Foncé recalls of it. His name was in those records."

And Ellis has the sense he might be trusted. Or rather, he trusts Wysteria's judgement on it, and likes to think it might stretch to include the pair of them.