"Aren't stones. Well. Hard? Even if they're warm? They don't exactly become fluffy. The sorbet sounds delicious though. I'd quite love to try it." Maybe Kelson just hadn't had the right experience. After all, he was used to sleeping in a bed. Or during war time, a pallet. But still, it was the nicest pallet ever. But his world didn't lend itself to importunity the way Linhardt seemed to like.

And then Kelson stepped in it. He sighed, realizing that maybe he shouldn't talk to Linhardt the way he might joke with Dhugal. They were different people, and, well, obviously, he knew Dhugal a lot better than he did Linhardt.

"You are right. I sincerely apologize. I spoke without thinking. This place has me all mixed up." Which was true. He was not doing fabulously only a tenuous hold on his own magic and it was keeping him in short temper and nauseated himself.

Kelson tried to give a peace offering. "If you do find yourself working on a patient in need of pain control, I can help with that. Or if you need defending. I am quite good with a sword. Or a bow." Also he used magic to cheat. But he'd rather others be dead than himself or his companions.

It seems, perhaps, Kelson had misjudged him. Linhardt did care after all. "I'm sure you are quite a valuable physician. It truly is a noble calling."