Andrew knew a little of what was happening with the king. He knew he wasn’t in perfect health, hadn’t been for some time now, but he had been able to do his duties and at least make an appearance. Soon even those had slowed until no one had seen the king outside of his chambers for weeks. Andrew had only been in to see him once, and then he had been handed a bunch of jobs and things that had to be done, and that had been that.<br/><br/>Hearing that things had only gotten worse caused a queasy feeling in Andrew’s stomach. What were the protocols for something like this? Were there any? Had the kind even taken the time to set things in order should he not recover? Questions continued to plague Andrew’s mind as those gathered either moved off in pairs or small groups, discussing what they had heard and no doubt ready to spread the news despite the warnings. Hearing Phillips’ comments, Andrew turned a weary gaze to the priest.<br/><br/>“I knew bits and pieces, though the recent turn was kept from me, yes. I was beginning to wonder…” Andrew stopped, shaking his head. “No, it doesn’t matter. I was under the impression that things were looking up, but it looks as though I will be kept twice as busy now. There is no doubt going to be many questions circling now and I fear I may be hounded for answers.”<br/><br/>He would have loved to once more work at the king’s side, offering his advice and doing what he had been brought here for. Alas, fate was not on his side.<br/><br/>“I don’t suppose all the prayer in the land could fix this?” Andrew asked, already having some idea of what the answer would be. “Come, we can speak elsewhere. I feel the need for some fresh air following all this.”