[color=aba000][h1]Khan[/h1][/color]

[color=aba000]“I asked far too much of you all as it is. How could I bear to ask more?”[/color] Khan’s question crawled forward against Tyrael’s words, his tone had a mingle of guilt and shame when he spoke. 

Khan felt himself give before he could stop it. His balance off center when the teacher chose then to move, his knee filled with crippling pain and his voice stuck in his throat. He knew when his knee slammed onto the floor, the cane reflexively dropped by his hand’s twitches which caused his fingers to splay and the cane to fall from his grasp. They had happened once or twice in his life since Rathel. However since that feast several months ago, it had been occurring more frequently than usual. Originally he brushed it off as a side-effect of stress. 

However some small part of him worried that it wasn’t. That it was something irreversible and this worry had caused him to postponed any meeting with Ovak to put them at rest. Maybe the Leper was wrong. Khan gave an involuntary shudder at the possibility as he heard her scolding, her arms to wrap about and aid his standing. Naturally he leaned heavily against her. Both for comfort and help, his body wobbly like a newborn calf. He nodded at Tyrael’s comment but was more focus on staying upright then arguing with either of them. 

[color=aba000]“I’ll be fine as soon as I sit down, Lucilia.”[/color] Khan said in his gentle tone. [color=aba000]“Just not been sleeping well lately is all and over-exerted myself.” [/color]