Alexei winces a little bit as Askier agrees to deliver the letter, the corners of his mouth turning up just a little bit in a small smile. "Thank you. Accidentally acquired apprentice. Is good young man, smart and dedicated. Vas formerly a slave. Vorries about me greatly." He picks up his cup again and just looks at the murky water within. "Decided should pass along skills. Medical skills, not other skills." Losing interest in his tea, he sets it down again. "Letter is for him. If young miqo'te named Setras comes by, please let in. Have included that should bring letter vith him. Vill likely be distraught."
A frown appears on his face as he looks down. He left hand had developed a tremor and was gently shaking. His eyes were a little sad when he looked back up at Askier. "My sister's name vas Illya." He corrects himself. "Is Illya...can never see again." The hyur shakes his head. "Apologies, did not mean to burden vith my problems."
The dull ache had grown into a pulsing and persistent pain. It would not be long.
A frown appears on his face as he looks down. He left hand had developed a tremor and was gently shaking. His eyes were a little sad when he looked back up at Askier. "My sister's name vas Illya." He corrects himself. "Is Illya...can never see again." The hyur shakes his head. "Apologies, did not mean to burden vith my problems."
The dull ache had grown into a pulsing and persistent pain. It would not be long.
