Oh, yes, of course, so very fragile, like a little wounded bird.
Only a little? Well, I suppose I can allow that. I know how you feel. You never know, perhaps we shall both be riding again one day and this will all seem such a distant memory.
I feel the same way. It is a mutually beneficial arrangement. We are becoming good friends, are we not?
I was going to ask why you knew so many men with lost hands, and then I remembered. Vaisey. Well, thank you. We shall see how we get on, then.