Mildmay liked to think he was good at reading people, least some of 'em. There wasn't no threat or actual hard feelings for Corbie in what Kash said.

He didn't so much want to talk about his leg, to have another healer tell him there was nothing to be done for it. But better to get it out of the way now, than have the guy following him around or watching him half the time trying to figure things out for himself. "Was a curse. Got healed up wrong." When the Troians had bothered to really try at all, or listen to a damn thing he told 'em. He scrubbed the back of his neck with one hand, before the last bit, "Then I fucked it more overdoing it." He'd never pushed more than he had to, there were reasons he'd done what he'd done – all of it – but that didn't change the fact he'd asked more of his leg than it was capable of, and fucked any chance he'd had of getting by.

Still. "It's better than it was. Not gonna get any better now."