Oshan blinked, confused. "But Sir Sid, you said it was not bad. That means it is good."
Sid rubbed his forehead, already anticipating the logical gymnastics required.
"No, Oshan, that is not what that means. It means it will not kill me instantly. I am still not convinced I'll survive the aftershock."
Evelise huffed softly, clearly unimpressed.
"You are being dramatic again. You complain too much for someone who eats for free."
Sid lifted his spoon halfway before stopping and pointing it at her.
"Excuse you, I almost died of two separate sources of smoke inhalation this morning because of you two. That is not eating for free; that is hazard pay."
Evelise did not look up, only replying,
"Then perhaps you should breathe slower. It is not our fault your lungs are weak."
Oshan nodded enthusiastically beside her.
"Lady Evelise is right, Sir Sid. You must train your breathing. Good warriors breathe with discipline."
Sid stared at them both, horrified.
