Hela shook her head. "It's not necessary. I'm not made of steel. I know my own body's limits."
"Right, right. We're getting older too. You shouldn't always push yourself so hard."
"Oh, give me a break. You have no room to talk. That stomach ailment of yours—how many years has it been, and it's still not properly managed?"
Darlan laughed heartily. "Okay, okay, we're two of a kind. So how are you feeling now?"
"Much better. But walking... my legs just feel terribly weak!"
"Cramps will do that. Then you should rest properly at home. I was originally thinking of having you come back to the old hometown with me to see Mom."
"I'll bring our son and daughter-in-law next time."
Hela said, "I have the night shift today, and some documents still need printing. We can't just both leave and abandon my brother-in-law here alone."
"It's not about him losing anything. It's simply impolite, makes us look too high-handed, treating him like some hired hand."
