I was getting better. It was slow and not always steady. I was getting better. I could sit up by myself mornings. I could walk to the garden with Sabriel some afternoons. We both pretended that the walk was not hard for us. It was. My hands did not shake much as they used to. I did not faint every time I stood up. Some mornings I woke up before the sun. Forgot that my life was going to end soon. I forgot for a few seconds but it was nice. The healers did not look at me with pity anymore. That was somehow worse than the pity. Sabriel said "You are doing better." I was drinking tea. I could keep it down. She said "Whatever he is doing it is working." I said "He is not doing anything. He is just sitting near me. Being annoying." Sabriel said "That is all it takes I guess." She said it in a way like she was happy about it. She stirred her tea. Said "You should have seen him when the healers said you had gained weight." I said "What?" She said "He was happier than he wa
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