We are whole

Fitz: How bad is it?
Nighteyes: Mind your own business.
Fitz: You ARE my business.
Nighteyes: Sharing pain doesn’t loosen it.
Fitz: I’m not sure about THAT.

His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved.

Beloved.

He could not say the word, but I knew it.

So did his Fool.

He gave a final shake of his coat. I go to the hunt!

Wait for you? Not likely. I've always had to run ahead of you and show you the way.

His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved.

'Beloved.'

He could not say the word, but I knew it.

So did his Fool.