Carrick gave his slave a penetrating look. "Really." He did not speak again for a long moment; merely kept his gaze on Hermes, expecting an explanation.
When the boy's fear made it abundantly clear that his slave wasn't lying to him, he shook his head a little. "Well, I suppose it doesn't affect the fate of the nation. But you're going to the doctors. I've never heard of this happening before. I won't have my little bird getting ill."
He turned his back and walked over to Hermes' bed, sitting down on the mattress and tucking one leg beneath him. He gestured for Hermes to come over. "You've been quiet lately."