It seemed to Ted like there was a lull in the open displays of hostility during the following day, and this in turn allowed him to spend some quality time with the good doctor. There were a few hours of darkness left when the high cor woke up. Since there was no sense in trying to hoist an entire cult up to the airship before the sun had even risen, Ted intended to make use of his time.
It wasn't like the man could speak with long sentences, of course. The most Ted expected to get out of him were two or three words scrambled together by a charred throat, but that was a positive thing, as the cult leader enjoyed the thought of Farthings being in pain and frustrated over an inability to fully express his thoughts and feelings.
Ted stifled a chuckle as he wheeled the bed of the man towards a better, quieter spot. This was going to be fun in the cruelest way possible.
