"That's goin' a bit far, but I can understand. Our pride took a big hit." She gave of a small sigh, her fingers still going through Alistaire's hair as he leaned in a bit. She lowered her head to give his forehead a kiss. "At least you can send people off to retirement. I don' got anyone to do dat wit' , t'ough I wish i did sometimes. So tired o' bein' given a look o' "pity" at physical t'reapy. An' den I gotta go back to work authenticatin' bad art, only to be given de SAME look. You... you don' give me dat look. You still look at me as well, me."