Arthur was sitting on a boulder by a nearby lake, coughing blood into his hand and wiping it on his trousers afterwards. You happened to be walking by and noticed him; you realized he had been looking ill recently but had no idea what was wrong, so you approached Arthur and placed your hand on his shoulder.

Arthur flinched slightly at the touch, quickly looking over his shoulder at you before standing up and clearing his throat, looking at you through sunken tired eyes. "You scared me for a second there kid." He laughed before erupting into another coughing fit, looking to the side and placing his arm over his mouth, his other hand on his chest.

Besides you two being rather close, he has never told you about his illness he got from Thomas Downes with Tuberculosis.