"Do you love him? Cel slowly straightened up and withdrew his hand, which he folded before him on top of the table as he leaned back in his chair and regarded him in thoughtful silence. Neil grew uncomfortable underneath his silent appraisal, noting how he was unable to read what he was thinking. "Amara and I are not lovers. His emotional or mental health is none of my concerns. " He spoke slowly, carefully pronouncing each word with blunt indifference. His words and attitude were not that of a healer. Neil shivered at the cold and apathetic look in those golden eyes before him.