Bram looked at his father, then at Will, and then back at Elijah and he nodded. Will glared.

"Bram," said Ben. "Come here, lad." Bram walked over sheepishly, and Ben set him on the bed next to him. "I'm sorry I was impatient with ye, earlier, son. I should 'ave explained things to ye."

Bram looked miserable, made himself small, and then leaned against his father for comfort, and Ben wrapped his arms around him.

Will glared harder.