[woof, viktor takes in that decided unhealthy pallor, resisting the urge to openly frown over it. not helpful, probably. he hasn't exactly been great at keeping up with people either, though he knows enough from ortus to know things are... hm. complicated.

this is not the kind of complicated he was expecting, to be fair.

he takes a seat on the couch, letting his cane rest against it.] That does sound like you. Though right now you've never looked more like you need to stop and rest.

I am no longer dying. Built new lungs- Palamedes helped, of course. [the cliff notes there.] Frankly? It looks as though we've somehow swapped general conditions.

[nice way of saying you look half dead, bud]