[his eyes stay firmly fixed to the ground]

[he inhales the smoke and lets it out slowly, wondering if he should bother answering honestly]

[but everyone keeps asking him to be more honest, so.]

I nearly died. The Spenta healed me.

Rogues raided my room in the barracks and took everything they could sell.

My boyfriend was killed by his player.

[he doesn't look up at her. it's a lot of bad news. he delivers it with a bland kind of melancholy, all of it just dull ache by now]

[he could add in that his player is apparently the vahishta, but he hasn't really processed this yet.]