Shady

(Do you want the answer to be yes or no? lol) Aleth blinked at him, intrigued. This was certainly far more interesting than his thoughts had been. So, someone was ...

Aleth had been lounging about, mourning, yet again, the fact that he claimed to be illiterate. It was getting boring here in the infirmary for all these hours with nothing ...

(Let’s do it!)

(I honestly have no idea. Do you have a preference?)

"No, I think this is all," Aleth answered. "Thank you." (Skip somewhere?)

(Night!) Aleth took it and stood back up, leaning his weight against the cane. It would be an adjustment to walk with for sure, but he could already feel it ...

Aleth hesitated. His pride certainly didn't want one. But, he supposed it would make him look less threatening. And would give him the semblance of a weapon -- not that ...

"Oh." Aleth shook his head, settling back into the pillows. "No. We were getting along swimmingly. I just got distracted and didn't take care with where I put my feet... ...

Aleth blinked, genuinely surprised by the question. "Did you expect him to?"

"I already told you," he grumbled. "I just stubbed them." He pulled off his slipper. There was a spot of blood on the bandages covering his stubs. He cringed again. ...

"Nothing." He handed her the cup then bent down to pull his slippers off.

He took the cup then belatedly added, "Thank you." He was faltering. He never felt thankful towards anyone at any time. But usually he was better about remembering to express ...

"Yes," Aleth answered, intrigued by her second question. "To both. Please."

"I stubbed my toe," Aleth muttered, chagrined. "... my lack of toes, I suppose."

"Good day," Aleth echoed, watching Ash for the briefest moment before turning into the infirmary. It's not like there was much to learn from his limp, and he certainly didn't ...