He listened to the elaboration, apparently there was much the medicine seller didn't know himself but that they might find together.

He'd been prepared to die on that mountain, expected to without question, either by Micah's hand, or Dutch's, or the sickness having taken its final toll on him. He might have been more upset at the time if he hadn't been so confused and half starved by what he'd become. He hadn't revealed his curse-or maybe gift?-to Hamish what he was, but having him in his life during those early weeks was something to latch onto and keep him from falling into a dark hole.

Arthur entertained the idea of running into the medicine seller again but never thought it'd happen, figuring the man would continue east or head west again to peddle his wares and services.

He was glad to have been wrong. Now he got to spend, at least some weeks with the man he'd come to care about.

Arthur smiled, reaching up to caress the other's cheek and neck. "Hearin' it from you is reassuring." he said honestly.