He came to see me. Caught him waiting at the end of the garden as I went out to call Bailey in, blimming cat must have been out hunting. He looks terrible, as if crumpled up, holding himself and uncertain. Something were wrong but he didn't say what. I'm worried for him. He did say he might be sick, given that the little lass he is looking after is, but it is more than that.
I went over in me mind so many times what I would do or say the next time I saw him, but, I weren't angry. I were sad, but not angry. We spoke though, he asked how I were, if I were happy, he spoke about my smile. I told him I didn't hate him. I mean, I thought I did but, when he were there, I knew I didn't. I got a chance to say more than I did when we last spoke, I just hope it all made sense. He told me it wasn't my fault he were wrong. I soon put him right about such words, he ain't wrong, he is different and different isn't wrong, its just difficult sometimes. I don't know why he asked if I were happy, I don't know what answer he wanted to hear, if he cared which one, but I were truthful.
He had trouble looking at me, them eyes were mostly pointed toward the ground or over his shoulder as if he were looking for someone or something. He were nervous, uneasy. Even so he offered to prepare an elixir for me, to send Maddoct over with it and some more of that nasty tasting bark. I'll have to ask me friend what all this is costing so I can pass along the payment, even though he hasn't asked for anything. Work seems to calm him, maybe making this elixir will do that for a bit, even if it only takes a blink of an eye to make.
I'm worried
