Gortash took a careful step back to allow him room, his heels catching the edges of his robe waiting on the floor, an unseen signal to his position in the dim light. He does not argue. He has enough sense to know that whatever the Dark Urge is wrestling with, pressing the issue is likely to make things worse.

Perhaps more work is called for -- whether because it has already been too long, or perhaps this conclusion they have reached here has redoubled its potency early.

He cannot say, it is not his place to guess at this juncture.

"I'll look forward to hearing of your progress, then. However much is pertintent to share."