All right, all right, you're doing great. Mr. Mayria is a fighter. Gather your fighting spirit. Push your feet forward and up like a dying warrior. What does she fight like this for? Yes, that's for holding up to Master Calcirust, who waits with an angelic smile upstairs... because that's no good, really.

I am sending salt to my enemies because of what a miserable, pathetic man I am.

"Shah."

Mr. Maelia's leg refuses to move up and his leg is caught in the steps. I hold her in a hurry. I'm glad you didn't scratch your face or your food.

I'm not thanking you.

Well, you're not being honest.