The following morning, Lexi rapidly freshened up and ran towards Robert's cabin. He had an unfinished tale to tell her.
"Robert…" She dubbed for him as she trudged into his cabin. But there he was, on his bed with a sallow pale face.
"Are you alright, Robert? You look weak," She strode towards him and held his hand. It was scorching.
"Don't worry about me, little girl," he chortles lightly, "I'm as strong as a teenager."
"Lasses aren't strong again, take me for an example."
"Don't underestimate yourself, Lexi, a tiny frame might wield the leverage that could take down a regime. People aren't usually small because of nature, but because of what they haul in them. The pressure might be too much."
Lexi could guarantee she didn't comprehend an ounce of what he said. But still, she nodded.
"Since you're unwell, I'll leave the storytelling for another day," Alexandra informed him.
"What storytelling?" Robert explored weakly.