"It's nothin'." Eskel says. "Like you said, I'm gonna have to sleep with you, so I had to get you a bath." He jokes, offering Lambert his crooked smile. He proceeds to pick a thick slice of brown bread from his plate and shred it with his fingers; the crust is thick and hard and it's easier to chew smaller chunks on the side that doesn't have damaged teeth and gums where the blade of the knife had caught in his mouth. The witch's intervention had saved his life, but there were limits to what she could have managed. He supposed an injury that only occasionally pained him was better than one that killed him outright. He watched Lambert idly.

"What have you been up to? Been riding around with your friend the Cat?" He winks. What are brothers for if not to tease you about your love life?