Bariyan's hand fell back, over his knee, knuckles trailing against packed snow.

"It doesn't bother me." Bariyan was looking at Martin again, eyes narrowed, thoughts shifting slow through a sea of memories. Had he ever said such a thing? Or even hinted at it? Bariyan had made quite a few mistakes in his time but he did not think that was one of them. "What makes you say that?"