I was about to suggest that we leave, myself. If you're feeling unwell, you should rest. You can take up your work again later.

[Zarkon is deciding to ignore the marauding monsters for the time being. If anyone has a problem with Honerva's work, he's going to have a problem with them.

He's aware that whatever's wrong with her won't be a matter that a simple rest can cure, but rest can't hurt. It might do her some good.]

I do have a place to stay. It's not a tall like home. It's much more rough, but I think of this as being away on a mission. It's natural that conditions would be less favorable, isn't it?

[Aware of movement, he looks down to see the flowers blooming. That seems like a good sign, and he's heartened, telling himself she must be feeling better, even if she looks weakened. He's not used to seeing her this way. She's always been very strong.]

We're on a mission together.