I do believe that career seamen will always crave the ocean, even knowing the difficulties the life presents. There is a sort of... a sort of call to it. I don't think I could explain it to anyone who hasn't been on a ship, though. You're fortunate that your... partner? Can understand.

[Tim told him not to use 'malewife.,

Goodsir takes the brochure happily, looking it over even though he knows what's on it.] Thank you. You know... [And here he sounds a little shy:] You may call me Harry. If you'd like.

[It is his name, after all. Although he's used to simply being called by his last.]

The 'phone' is quite remarkable, yes, but paper is much easier to navigate. Goodness, this library is huge - you must have a head for maps if you can remember every bit of it.

[Goodsir shakes his head with an awkward little laugh.]

I've had a little time to recuperate. There are some lesions that remain but the vast majority have healed quite satisfactorily. Wounds can reopen in severe cases of scurvy, you know. It's quite the sight to see - awful, but fascinating.

[He realises he's about to ramble about the advanced scurvy and shuts up, looking chagrined.]

Ah. Sorry. But, uhm, yes. Those physical ailments that can be reversed have been. I thank you for your concern.

You often assist people new to the manor?