Terra reached for the teapot and poured Galisk another serving. He accepted the cup, taking a leisurely sip before finally addressing the question.
"I was gravely wounded," he said calmly. "It is thanks to my son that I am alive and well today."
He placed the cup back on its saucer.
"I have spent most of my time recovering from those injuries. Naturally, I had little opportunity to concern myself with what was happening outside, let alone contact anyone."
Magnus frowned. "You expect us to believe you were simply recovering all this time?"
Galisk glanced at him. "Would you have preferred that I send you a letter?"
Magnus stared at him for a moment before letting out a long sigh.
"You truly haven't changed at all, my lord."
"Is that so?" Galisk replied, lifting his teacup again. "I would have thought two months was enough time for you to appreciate my absence."
