( Too long on his feet, on his shift. Sixteen, eighteen hours toiling in the ways of nobility — lifting spirits, sparing stories to children, assisting with exchanges of bandages. He might learned, for all he is here, how to perfect his skills, but his hands are too clumsy, rendered slow by sickness.
He startles, swaying, one hand on the nearest wall, when he is called. Chills, face pale, when he turns and sees here. )
...you. You're... ba — he said... ( But then, he flinches, heaves. His sight seems to right itself. She isn't, but might have been... ) I'm sorry. The day's gone long. I'm... all right.
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( Too long on his feet, on his shift. Sixteen, eighteen hours toiling in the ways of nobility — lifting spirits, sparing stories to children, assisting with exchanges of bandages. He might learned, for all he is here, how to perfect his skills, but his hands are too clumsy, rendered slow by sickness.
He startles, swaying, one hand on the nearest wall, when he is called. Chills, face pale, when he turns and sees here. )
...you. You're... ba — he said... ( But then, he flinches, heaves. His sight seems to right itself. She isn't, but might have been... ) I'm sorry. The day's gone long. I'm... all right.