Good company was always welcome, and F'ahr had found K'vah's most agreeable - especially when they weren't making each other's acquaintance due to injuries.
"Mesometh may simply throw himself Between out of shame if we end up back in the infirmary yet again in so short a window," it was a bad omen of the worsening Threadfall, especially when things were still mild by comparison. "Of course, there were enough celebrations that one could claim we've made enough merriment for the time being." Two clutches, Turn's End. It had been a real train of celebrating.