[He truly forgot how bothersome it is to have someone who gives a legitimate shit about you. Not that he...totally hates it, he doesn't, but at the same time he hardly wants to explain what happened to Hythlodaeus.

He wouldn't...understand, probably. Maybe he would, maybe it's just too much of a hassle. Yet, at the same time, this is also proving to be quite the hassle. He glances at Hythlodaeus wordlessly as he presses the button for the fourth floor, and quietly he appreciates the fact his body kept to the height of the Garlean he possessed.]

They have done all they can. Mortal bodies are frail—not merely because of age—and all I can do now is let myself heal. And I will heal much more quickly if I did not have to waste my energy answering your inane questions.