Stavanger Bay What I know tomorrow, I'm learnin' today

bridget was right, of course she was right. and beneath all this rightness he was tired, so tired; he was so eternally exhausted with no hope of reprieve and so very tormented that he could scarcely comprehend one emotion from another.
he blinked and nodded; lestan blinked and weaved and finally nodded again, more heavily, with more finality.
"i'll talk to her, then," voice leaden, but with something new in his cornflower eyes when he glanced gratefully toward the healer who had so many words to give. "thank you."