"I had suspected, Arthur, well before I saw the wanted posters," he assured, his voice regaining its slow, even measure as he set down his box, and took off his shoes. He caught the old man's lingering scent but it was, well, old. Likely dead in the seven months between the Medicine Seller getting the tip and Arthur moving in.
He padded after Arthur, peering around at the decor. It was very cozy, a perfect retreat for a hunter.
"I had wondered about Edelweiss when I saw you. I am sorry. She was a sweet horse."
He stepped up beside him, unable to resist combing his fingers through Arthur's hair while the man was bent over the cooking pot. It smelled delicious, and he cold feel the winter chill seeping out of his bones.
"But it was not the law that had you on death's door. I am very familiar with consumption, and you were well past the point of no return, even for my remedies."
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He padded after Arthur, peering around at the decor. It was very cozy, a perfect retreat for a hunter.
"I had wondered about Edelweiss when I saw you. I am sorry. She was a sweet horse."
He stepped up beside him, unable to resist combing his fingers through Arthur's hair while the man was bent over the cooking pot. It smelled delicious, and he cold feel the winter chill seeping out of his bones.
"But it was not the law that had you on death's door. I am very familiar with consumption, and you were well past the point of no return, even for my remedies."