"There's little either of us can do about that," Trahearne replied, sadness and resignation in his voice. He was far too used to this kind of situation. He moved between Cassian and the door, trying to usher the priest away from it. The mark glowed violently green the closer Cassian was to it, a warning.

"I can't face Tannusen and if you could, he wouldn't have sent you here." And clearly Tannusen, or the good side of him, cared about Cassian enough to send him to someone he knew would keep him here and safe. As safe as he could be for now, waiting to see which side won that particular war. The marks on the doors were more to warn than to keep Tannusen out, there wasn't much he could do to stop the fae if he wanted inside.

"Sit down. Please. It's terrible to just have to wait, I know, but it's all we can do." He motioned to the couch but didn't move away from the door.