"I don't know how they heard you. I'm not someone who can telepathically project, unless I'm in the rook with someone, so I don't know how other people pick up or send thoughts. The Headmistress will probably know, though; we'll ask her when she gets here."

Ilya gently runs a hand through Dolemeck's hair, trying to comfort him. "I'm sorry. I should have gotten here faster. But I'm here now, and I'm not leaving. Just stay awake for me." He doesn't want to be alone, doesn't want to face the silence and the possibility of losing Dolemeck. It's too much.

He doesn't tell him how he didn't care about whether or not he killed them, how everyone he fought is going to have a long hospital stay. Ilya is not like Dolemeck, not the same in his thinking; all Chukchi, male or female, would defend an attacked camp or settlement with any means necessary. This is his home now. The only reason he didn't skip directly to killing in self defense was because he knew Dolemeck wouldn't like it. If the situation called for it, Ilya is still, in this moment, capable of going too far. Only having someone with modern morals nearby is reigning him in.