Kennet rolled his eyes, fire flaring behind the blue irises. Humans could be so fragile. Closing his eyes, he looked into her mind looking out into the city. "You are the Seer, Ms Doughtery. I can add the power but it is your ability and your control of it that guides." His voice echoed in the space of the tent and in a whisper in her mind. 'Focus...' The heated whisper of dying embers repeated for her. "Merrick is slippery but he'll know when you find him."