Waver nodded wordlessly, his eyes moving from Iskandar to the stew. For lack of time to formulate the words he wants to say, he sniffs at what's in there, then sticks his finger in the pot.

"Bit thin. Closer to a soup right now."

And he was hungry. Why it was that he hadn't lost all appetite was something of a miracle.

"It is. I think I just need to sort through what I want versus the workable reality of our situation. And that will be on me, I'm afraid."