"Glad to hear I have your support. But you need to retain your decision until the time comes. I might not always be in my right mind. Even the most stable and clever of us make terrible, snap decisions sometimes." Khadri watched as he carefully poured tea. The ship's internal gravity plane was more or less stable, but there was no point in not being careful. Not making a mess meant not having to clean one up. "But, enh." He shrugged and grimaced slightly. "Filth fever. Aches here and there, nothing new. I simply have to ride it out. We're tenacious. If it gets bad enough, no one needs to know about a scroll of remove disease. I have a bit of gold stowed away for an occasion such as this. I had hoped that it might last a bit longer though. Well, except La'iel. She'd be the best one to actually use it. Unless you know how to cast such spells and have been holding out on me." Khadri teased, smirking as he sat back in his chair, hands wrapped around his cup.