Between the dog, the language, the accent - his first thought was of some of the men in Acre where he'd met Maria, and the moment... ached. But then she was asking and he was trying to soothe her concern with a soft, "I am recovering, Shabbah; do not worry over me."
But he wouldn't lie: it was nice to be worried over a little. Much the same way Darim had. And Tazim. Good boys, both of them.
But here, he was most sure he would need to fall into the part of the old man he was. The English were still not always friends, nor were those from the rest of Europe, no matter how he'd traveled. He had to be cautious first, even if some things couldn't be hidden. Not everyone would know what it meant for a man to be missing a finger on his left hand.
"Breathing has been.... harder of late than before, and the coughing is--" But he stopped himself as he spoke. Breathing was not so hard now, was it, now that the water was gone. His brows lowered slightly as the realisation came.
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But he wouldn't lie: it was nice to be worried over a little. Much the same way Darim had. And Tazim. Good boys, both of them.
But here, he was most sure he would need to fall into the part of the old man he was. The English were still not always friends, nor were those from the rest of Europe, no matter how he'd traveled. He had to be cautious first, even if some things couldn't be hidden. Not everyone would know what it meant for a man to be missing a finger on his left hand.
"Breathing has been.... harder of late than before, and the coughing is--" But he stopped himself as he spoke. Breathing was not so hard now, was it, now that the water was gone. His brows lowered slightly as the realisation came.