Stavanger Bay Ever Consuming Fire

"Better, I suppose." He said, a tinge of annoyance in his circumstances evident. "My external wounds are better than before, they're starting to scab over." He was afraid to move too, lest he rip the scab open and bring his healing process back by a few more days. "My chest hurts like hell, however. Sometimes I even cough up blood." The former King said in a nonchalant, matter of fact tone. He spoke as if it was something mundane, like the weather.

The gray and silver male kept quiet for a moment, hearing the audible raggedness of his breathing. "Your Lord, excuse me, Jarl, he is a very harsh man." he chuckled. "I don't blame him. But it really wasn't my fault for washing up on his shores."