She groaned. “He survives on luck more than skill.”
“Right now, all of us do.”
Tilting her head to one side, Adelaide reluctantly nodded. “Fair. But I have no solution for you. Genuinely. I do not know why he has taken ill so often. I suspect he does not eat and sleep well enough, or there may be some underlying cause. You would do well to remind him to care for himself if you are worried. And perhaps inquire as to why hethinks he has become so sickly. He ought to know, better than anyone.” With a sigh, “I agree, however, that it is an issue. There is a wrongness about him that I cannot identify. To quiet your restlessness, I will ponder it at length. Perhaps a remedy can be found that I have not yet considered.”
She talked like some kind of sage, even when discussing such normal things as illnesses and tea. Ken wondered how much of it was an act.
“Could it be the talismans?”
“No.”
Biting into her lip, Kenna gave it one last try. She let out a heavy breath. “What about Gage?”