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He bobbed his head mutely when she reported on her various injuries. He had taken a kick to the ribs just a few weeks ago but considering how quickly he'd healed, he doubted they'd actually been broken or even bruised. He hoped Fox would mend just as quickly, though she had taken a rather impressive fall.

"I wish there was something I could do to help. Are Willow's meds doing any good?" Peregrine replied, touching his nose to her forehead. "I'm fine," he lied in the next breath, not wanting to burden his invalid wife with his issues. It still felt peculiar to talk to her about Lasher anyway and he just didn't want to do it. "I don't really want to talk about it," he added just in case, his voice firm but apologetic.

"Hungry?" he inquired next.