( Muttering, mumbling, a great deal of insurrection. Say what you will of an old man, but this one's still got fire to him, enough to aim explicit, perhaps ill-meaning noises at the nurses, to toss and turn and refuse their assistance, to growl he'd like his drawing supplies returned.

His visitor's coaxed out. He's coaxed gently back to bed. Despite his best wishes, he thinks on the encounter — thinks, and calls the cheap, good-for-nothing Sa-Hareth fake pendant to his chest. )