He nodded to confirm that he had actually spent more nights beneath the stars than he hadn't. But now that he actually understood what John was saying Arthur paused, glancing up in a slightly slack-jawed way. He could see stars. But they weren't the ones he knew. The ones he'd used to guide him on more than one occasion. "You don't say..." He drawled, there was no small amount of awe in his rough voice.
Arthur gave himself a mental shake and forced himself to focus on the man in front of him. "That sounds great. I've got money, so a place that I can get a hot bath would be great if you can swing it. Doc said I needed cool dry air, but I find that the hot clean steam helps me fight off the fits." He cleared his throat when the horse nudged his shoulder into him. Almost as if he'd known what he was talking about. "And tie up for Buell."