Bruce never argued back, of course, but this time he had even less desire to really say anything much, the reality of the situation weighing heavily in the air. The Blight within him was spreading and getting worse and soon--

Best not to think about it now. Bruce walks over to the side of Felix's bed, setting down the tray and pouring the tea out for him. "I heard you took a pretty bad fall earlier," he began, by way of conversation.