Antonin... no... he was Aleksandr now... couldn't help but notice Arcturus stare, just like the many who had done, earlier on the street, he knew the boy had questions on his mind just by looking at his expression, but that he kept his manners and didn't immediately pry was something Aleksandr appreciated. He'd been concerned that Arcturus would be rude and dismissive about his appearance, just had he'd been earlier, when he mistakenly thought he was of inferior blood. If that had been the case, Aleksandr might've been able to muster to strength to defend himself again, as he'd done on the journals, but he was relieved he didn't need to.
Arcturus mentioned healers, and Aleksandr thought about mentioning how there were no healers where he was at, but decided not to get into that conversation in public. Instead, he simply nodded, and said, "The sun feels... very good." The tone of his voice suggested that he felt this was an understatement, but was downplaying his true emotions. "The officials of Preya have provided me a small home, and a place of employment, but they have taken my physical condition in account. But I do not wish to live on charity." This was his pride speaking, again. "I will be strong, soon. As it is, I am ashamed to even ask for your assistance, but what can I do?" He finished his sentence with a grimace, looking at his own hands out of frustration.