He was of the opinion that everyone - everyone - was making to much of a pretty basic flu. It wasn't the plague. It wasn't even pneumonia. But since Elani didn't actually mention that he should really be in bed with tea (a familiar refrain in the last week) he smiles a little and nods.

"I'm not sure how you can discern headway with Fin," he says dryly, " but I'll take your word for it."