We will. [His smile is soft and just barely there as he squeezes the hands in his. This small gesture is helping him deal with feeling then desire to lay down and let the sickness have him. He couldn’t affford that before and he can’t now. He refuses to let it slow him down. He hasn’t been snappish at people for urging him to limit himself yet.

He will...probably. For now, he pushes out a chair for Keith to sit with him. It isn’t about asking him to rest. He wants company. Keith’s company to be specific.]

...Keith. I’m not sure how long I’ll last. Like I did before I can slow it down but I return to whatever state I was in when I shift back. I can only stay in the form of the Black Lion for twelve hours at a day.

[He struggles with the words as he says them. But he promised and the only way they can support each other is in knowing everything.]