When she asked him how else she could remember, he merely just looked at her. He wanted to give her the snarkiest, most sarcastic answer, but he bit his own tongue. It was not in his character, and he recognized that, it was just a symptom of his disapproval. "But you can do those things now. You can start...doing healthy things." He wanted her to be able to do the things she loved. He did -- he hunted and provided for the people. He wanted her to be whole, he wanted her to be well. If he could help her get there, he would. "I don't want you to have to rely on drugs and pain and more suffering."
He reached out to put a hand on her thigh. "I want you to find yourself, whole and happy and healthy, Delphine." He rubbed his hand in a reassuring circle, while his other hand stretched down to grab his tea again. "No, I'm okay. I'll stay up for a bit still." He took a large drink. "Del...I just need to know that you're not going to offer my friend a knife again."
