Dami was no practiced hand at reading his cues. Rey might have had more insight, if he weren't busy looking as if he was about to die. Dami could feel the intensity of his shivering, which didn't improve his mood in the least.
Zethos's response didn't help, when it finally came. "No," he said. Dami waited for him to offer something more, but nothing came. He merely turned away, as if this was somehow none of his business. That, more than anything else, lit the spark of anger blooming in Dami's gut.