Now that all the high tension was dropping off, Jono's headache was coming back. He rubbed at his temple, listening carefully the entire time.

The new voice from the kid's direction (and when did a guy in his late teens become a kid to Jono? Cor, was he getting old?) made him stop and stare a bit. If anybody's wonderin', he ain't lyin' 'bout it talkin' to 'im. It would take some time for Jono to figure out quite how to 'listen' to Khaji Da, but it was mostly understandable to him.