"I'm healthy. Believe me. Please."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Serenica said, grabbing John Longlines firmly, lifting his other arm and examining his weak muscles. The city watch had outdone their own policies. To give a gun to a man like this, it was sheer madness. Serenica didn't believe he could have killed Herderg with a cannon.
"It's just that we need our informant not to die, you know? You haven't convinced me you're not dying."
The man struggled free from her grasp. "I eat my porridge. I am healthy. You healers, always thinking about the worst. No offense. It's real bad luck that you found me in a storm, you know that, right?"
"That's superstition," Serenica said. "Nothing happened. The ship is still its lovely old self. And you, son, you need to start eating something besides porridge."
"Everything else comes back up again."
"Perhaps it wouldn't be so if you had accustomed yourself to eating like a normal person."
"What did you tell Spade about Kinley?"
