He could sense her frustration, and knew he should give her some reassuring answer to what he had been up to, only how did he answer her without telling her he'd been ill?
'We're preparing an attack, the attack, the one that might finish this,' he said softly, and it was the truth. It was what they had been doing - before the illness struck. 'This illness, it's just a temporary setback. The plans will go forward.' They had to. Trying to keep a smile on his face, he was still forced to wipe the sweat out of his forehead. Merlin why did he feel as if he needed to sleep for a week?