111 After all this time?

Kal's face goes as white as a sheet, shaking a little, his fingers quivering on the edge of his seat. The little white fox's body turns rigid, the ethereal glow from it's antennae reducing to little more than a minute and inconsistent spark. An unnatural stillness settles around the room like a dense fog, even in Fangorn, who has since stopped to tilt his head to one side, eyeing Kal from the side of his vision as though hoping to desperately communicate some message across to him without making me privy of the knowledge.

As if that would work. 

"Just tell me what you were doing with her, that is all I ask. Is that so hard? After all, I thought we had a mutual agreement that you two are supposed to share information with me," I mutter irritably, pursing my lips together as I eye them all with an unsavoury look. Why does no one tell me anything any more?