Fussing? Perhaps, that's one word for it. 'Babysitting' might be more apt if you ask me, considering your recent behavior.

[ Abel is really nailing this in, it seems, as he gives Rand an unimpressed look - but at least his ward hasn't tried getting up out of bed and seems to be resigned to his fate. YES, good. that's a good lad. ]

Honeycakes. Did you know there's a vendor in town who makes nothing but honeycakes, Rand? At the markets, near the lady with all the colorful dyes, closer to the dock-end.

[ and god do they smell good; there are three in the bag - Abel brought one for Ernesto to partake in later as well. ]