You don't dare look at him, deciding to continue to stare out of your room's window. You can feel him standing in the doorway, his melancholy dark eyes fixed on you. "Samarin is doing well in swordsmanship." He speaks, his voice edged with sadness. "He misses you, he needs you...I need you." He admits, shuffling in the doorway awkwardly. "Please, get better soon." He almost begs, his eyes downcast and his brow furrowed. "If not for me, for our son." He adds, his gaze boring into you.