A knock at the door interrupts the impasse. When Kelyn opens it, she sees an unknown face with a friendly smile, a young uplander carrying a basket. "You're the Mogu helping Jory, right?" he asks. "Here, some food for you both." "Thanks," Kelyn manages, shutting the door and putting the basket on the little table. "Too many people," Jory mutters. "Don't complain about being popular." "One of them isn't here for that." She checks and looks up. Jory is gazing at her, completely serious. "What do you mean?"