You mean...

( But then, it's all too plain what the gentleman knight means. Haiva's gaze lands long where the spittle of his cough has spattered on the nearest cushion. Instinctively, he covers the wet with his hand, as if it might remove the very sickness. )

...I'm sorry. I told Deimar, you should have received a happier post. This is no assignment for a young man.