"I am always careful." I inform him simply, and it is true, for the most part. I am not perfect, but I do everything in my power to attempt to be so.

I am glad that he has accepted my terms without fighting me. I will have a much better chance of accomplishing my goal in this way, with my own equipment that I am accustomed to.

I turn back as we finally leave the infirmary room. My brother has not moved, but his skin has grown more ashen, and the crease between his eyebrows has deepened.

"He requires more painkillers." I say tersely to the guard. "Please see to it that they are administered."