There was a window seat with some old cushions, and Theodore led Jamie in that direction, his limp just a slight hitch in his step. "I...it's all right," Theodore said. "Just...just ask something that you want to...to know the answer to. That's a good question, and...and we can start with that." He sat down, letting his sore ankle dangle over the side of the seat rather than curling his leg under him like he might otherwise have done. He pulled the battered deck of cards from inside his robes, holding them in both hands like they were made of glass almost, waiting for Jamie to sit opposite him.
"It's important once you have your question that you hold it firmly in your mind," he said, his speech without a hitch for once, and so fluid that he hadn't even noticed. But holding his mother's cards could have that effect on him.