He snorted, knowing fully well that he would not die of a heart attack any time soon. Last he remembered, his heart had been plenty fine during strenuous work. Though, for him, his strenuous work was rather different than what most people would consider strenuous. He gave a secret smile at the thought, and kept the memories to himself. They hurt when he thought about them, so perhaps it was best that Ahiga not hear him say it. After all, his last lover was his biological uncle. What a disturbing thought to have, and a mental image that was not fit for anyone's younger family. "I'll die of a heart attack much later than you will of starvation."
Perhaps Niro had the right of it. The young always thought they had to rebel against everything that the elder generations did. Ahiga certainly seemed to hate every other word that happened to pop out of the Dauphin's mouth. Not that he could really blame him but it was going to get old fast if every bit of advice was going to be spat back at him as unnecessary. One day Ahiga would realize that he was full of bad memories and equally terrible experiences. And all of those terrible memories gave him the wisdom to advise, though his future experiences would probably be so much worse than what he had encountered.
"Sure you have. When was it? Three days ago?" he asked seriously, his voice low and his lips pursed in a frown. Ahiga couldn't see it but he sure better hear the bitterness tainting his words. "I have some meat waiting at the Hotel, and I expect you to eat some of it." He was not medicine-savvy but he knew that the boy would have to reintroduce the food into his system. Maybe they could find a cook who knew the difference between light and heavy food. Surely light meals would work wonders. "It's not far. Though, if you'd like, we can find you a hut in the woods. You seem to like.. Privacy," he added, hesitantly. He was not sure if he liked Ahiga being far from him, especially with his worries for the boy.
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