The entire to-do has been long and tiring for Gideon. He was et up with worry over Felix from the moment his rescuer stepped aboard with him in tow, but what could he have done to help? Mangle Felix's leg as he had his hands? And so, perhaps looking a bit cold from the outside, he had sat silently on one end of the room and erased his tablet, carefully smoothing over the lines with the back of his stylus.

When Howl leaves, Gideon stands up and walks the pace or two to the foot of the bed. The leg looks in rather better condition, and the lines of pain have finally smoothed somewhat from Felix's face. He bends down to take Felix's limp hand in his own, thinking back to the man's words earlier that day, wondering what it was Felix had tried to say.