robin-hobb

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But they grieve for many years.

You," I surmised, and gestured round. "Thank you.""No," he denied. His pale hair floated out from beneath his cap in a halo as he shook his head. "But I assisted. Thank you for bathing. It makes my task of checking on you less onerous. I'm glad you're awake. You snore abominably."I let this comment pass. "You've grown." I observed. "Yes. So have you. And you've been sick. And you slept quite a long time. And now you're awake and bathed and fed. You still look terrible. But you no longer smell. It's late afternoon now. Are there any other obvious facts you'd like to review?

That is one thing that in all my years among your folk I have never become accustomed to. The great importance that you attach to what gender one is.

I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.