[He believes Sorey, even if it's not a loud declaration. Belthazar's never had a real friendship with something older than him, something like an elemental. He's never been that special.]

... Thank you.

[He wraps his hands around his own teacup. They're small and shaky, but they seem to gain strength the longer they're still.]

I don't think I can tell them. I hate to put the burden on you, but I think I might fly into hysterics if I had to face Mikleo.