'In this case it was unfortunately not the fool who was parted from his money but the fools grandson,' he pointed out, still slightly bitter about that. OK so not so slightly. He hated not having money.
'More carefully? You mean more carefully than walking from Agrippa Circuit to your flat to walk with you to work every day so it doesn't look like I come from another direction?' he asked. 'Or going home the same way? Or seeing my mother only a few times a year?'
He shook his head. 'If I live with more restrictions I'll be the one killing people for amusement. I prefer not to go completely insane, thank you very much,' he said. 'Besides, we can't let them win. They do if we restrict ourselves to a level where we become prisoners in our own lives.'
He shook his head, getting up and leaning forward to kiss her forehead. 'I'll be right back,' he said, walking off to find a healer, which prooved harder than he thought. Finally he tracked down a mediwitch, who let him know one of the healers was going to come out and heal the less severe cases on the spot in the waiting room as other rooms were filling up.
It made him wonder how bad his arm had looked for them to take him and heal him rather than letting him wait. Walking back to Susan, he smiled at her.
'They'll be here in a moment,' he said softy, handing her a light pain potion the mediwitch had given him. 'Here, while you wait,' he said.