Evander's eyes grew wide as Nell spoke. He'd seen many things in Cordoba, in the palace, on the ship that brought him there, but this was different somehow, he just didn't know why. "Oh my god, that's horrible. Poor Harry. He was barely my age when that happened," he whispered, putting a hand on Nell's when the memories of the story put a pained look on his pretty face. "Was there nothing to be done? To Slater I mean."
He looked up at Nell. "He... Slater... he wouldn't... hurt you, or the others for not going with him, would he? I've seen how Harry looks at you. I think he'd kill anyone who tried to hurt you."