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Both looked quite unwell, but it did not seem that their lives were in any danger. Ambrose had rarely worked with these two before, but he knew that Zatiel had served as Deus's personal healer, and Sangeon Vanre was responsible for some of the less respectable activities of the royal authority, information about which was not available to the general public.
-- Ah, brother knights! It gladdens me to see you in good health — and before you can object: anyone is healthy if they don't resemble a corpse. Illness right now is an unforgivable luxury; one must keep one's spirits up as long as the heart beats. I hope you will soon return to the ranks, -- in Ambrose's conviction, the hospital with its sharp smells, nervous doctors, and bustling nurses could not have a positive effect on the knightly spirit, and it was necessary to cheer these two up before they grew lazy, went soft, and even dared to entertain thoughts of self-pity. -- Do tell me of your misadventures!
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers