Iobel stays where she is, watching to see if he skips a number or anything.
He does not skip any numbers. Sometimes when the numbers get large, though, he seems to get annoyed with how long they take to say and he starts over from one, again.
"Why do you care?" he sighs, quietly.
"Mhmm. You'd do fine as a solo monarch. 've seen you, you're good at it."
"You didn't like that plan one bit when you weren't concussed and it wasn't pitched as involving your death, so."
"You'd do great," assures Edarial. "Jus' the learning curve. And you're just about past that..."
"Right, except I don't need to, because you're going to stay awake, midnight is going to come, I am going to heal you, and we are going to dig our way out of this mess even if no one is coming to help."
He finishes that, repeats it again, and then moves on to naming cities in Marlatia.
"Why do you care?" Pause. "About me - in particular."
"Oh, there are several I could distribute quite sincerely, I'm just not sure what you're looking for in particular."
"Why I care if you die? I don't want anyone to die and I don't know if you could be fetched back the way you are now, if you want the generic reason. For the practical - well, when you aren't concussed, you think the country needs you at the helm and I'm inclined to defer to your judgment on that, not that I wouldn't try alone if I had to. And if you want personal reasons that gets back into the compliment-fishing."