"I do know, Uncle." He said, cutting the duck up into smaller pieces and stirring it in the rich, warm source that was coating the plate and potatoes, nibbling at it. "I just wish I could stay up a little later, but I know I'll feel worse for it tomorrow"
Sometimes he wished they could at least try a few of these taxing things but the fear of what might happen to him if they did, the prospect of his health worsening prevented Fabian for pushing to hard.