Lion Head Mesa sunlight sadness

Raimo nodded. He too was growing weary, but for other reasons. He had yet to touch his meal and would wait for Ramesses to depart before he bothered with it; but his eye wandered.

Alright. When I am able, I will hunt to replace the meals I have been given, and perhaps the medicine. If any messages need to be sent places then I can carry them swiftly for you. A small smile, enamored by his vision of the future.