Easy enough for Luitwin to make his assumptions. Ardnt didn't argue with him and wouldn't claim any differently though he wouldn't openly condemn himself. Especially for his most recent crimes. That this one person didn't want him to die wouldn't likely matter much, not when they found out who he was and what he'd done. His partner would likely spill enough dirt on him to bury him twice over. He'd looked at his hands and Ardnt only watched, wondering at least is this might keep him from rotting in a cell below deck for the remainder of their voyage. The bed was pleasant and even better, someone was bringing them meals. He watched as blessed the meal or whatever he felt was needed. He left him with it right after, though Ardnt had a hard time eating with his none dominant hand. It was still better than trying to move his other arm and he managed without making too much of a mess.<br/><br/>Luitwin returned shortly after, Ardnt simply laying in the bed, starting to doze. Wasn't as if he had anywhere to go or someplace to be. Luitwin had changed, or dressed down at least, not wearing as many layers as he'd started with. He couldn't get a good idea of the man's real size, he realized. Not as large as he expected more than likely.<br/><br/>“Yes, thank you,” Ardnt said at the question, brows drawing together at the next. “Move beds? I wouldn't mind going without a little excitement for a while. This is more than enough.” Much more than he deserved, really. Luitwin was gathering up the plates and leaving once more. Ardn't was asleep when he'd come back in to check on him the last time and the large man slept mostly on through to the night. He'd gotten used to the movements of a ship but he did wake to the pain in his shoulder a few times before trying to get comfortable again.<br/><br/>He woke for good and couldn't tell the exact time of day. Still early, he assumed. Rising with the sun had been a habit he'd found hard to break from his years of service. His bladder was full but he didn't go off anywhere just yet. He wasn't sure if he was permitted to leave and so he waited for the monk to return. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on his knee, leaning over slightly.<br/><br/>“I have to piss,” he said, rather than any sort of polite greeting. He'd assumed it was the same on this ship as it was on all the other; them going to the head to do what they needed to do. “Didn't want to go wandering. Not sure what my circumstances are here. We didn't really talk all that much about that. Not even where we're going.” Though Ardnt could guess by the way they spoke and where he'd been picked up at. It wasn't any real gift to simple take him back to a territory he'd been warned not to step foot on again though. He was guilty of<i>most</i>of the things he'd be being accused of. Better than being dead and maybe there still was the chance of getting that knife and using it to buy passage to somewhere he was less likely to get himself executed.<br/><br/>“So where are we headed and how long will it take to get there?” Ardn't stood gingerly, stiff after such a rough evening the day prior. He wasn't that tall of a man, but still wide enough people might guess that he was a foreigner. His home dialect was harder to detect since he'd been away so long, determined to learn and blend in as much as he was able given his appearance. It still came through occasionally, especially if his temper rose or he was shouting vulgarities.