[It was too late to return that now lost pride. Not that the man had much if it before, Abels first memory of him after all was the Arch Bishop panicking in the graveyard over the redeads. But this... was far from amusing. The disappointment in the other mans gaze didn't hurt him do to whom it was aimed at, but simply because... he looked so achingly sad. Abels gaze softened.]

You're not well. [He took a few more steps into the room, holding out his hand towards the smaller man.]

Here, let me help you...