Reaching over as she touches his sleeve, his hand holding hers gently where it is, Amron sighs deeply before looking up at her, a hint of a smile on his lips because of her tenderness before he answers quietly, almost unable to be heard, "No, I am not alright."<br/><br/>Looking to her eyes, as lovely as she looks at the moment it is hardly noticed by his sad eyes, "I took this position several years ago, a spot that needed filled and I was elected to.  I was fair, I was able to look at things from outside of my district."<br/><br/>Standing then he goes to the sideboard, getting a glass and a bottle of wine, holding a second glass to her, silently asking if she would have a drink as well, even as he pours himself one before he continues, "There are times like this that I would go back to my quiet little hole and make my living as I once did, but there is not one of the thirteen that I think would be able to do the job."<br/><br/>Taking a long sip from the glass he looks over at her again,  trying to smile he says, "When my time has come love, when I step down, or am retired from the post, do not let them vote you in.  The job will kill you in the end, and not so swift a death as we saw tonight."<br/><br/>He continues to lean on the sideboard, topping of his drink before moving back to sit at the head of the empty table, "You do not need to stay Lhurriel, you've duties and others that would have your company...but I would not chase you away either were you to sit and have a drink with me...I am tired."