Surely you know me well enough to know when I'm being ironic, old cock. Having been on the receiving ends of your diatribes against domesticity so often, I would hardly recommend you play mother to an impressionable waif.

Inflict your personality upon them. That works on most people.

I hope I do not sound sharp. This -- wretched affair is growing urgent.

This disease ... it seems very good at doing what it was desgined to do. It's foxing my modern counterparts and the magic abilities of our healers are making little progress.

Let's hear it, Holmes.

I never said that 'people can't die' -- in fact I know that's not the case, Holmes.

By 'people' you refer exclusively to the Traveller population?

... when was the last time you left your room?

[How have you missed the fact that roughly 70% of the Native Population is returned to full feeling and reasoning colour, Mr Great Intellect?]

The native population has regained colour, vigour and sentience to the point where the majority are now as much themselves as you or I.

Presumably. They are as quiet on that point as any other, it seems.