Volodymyr's hand retracts into the warmth of his cloak. He does not break the silence, observing Finian intently, but impassively. This does not change after Finian's apology.

"If zhis cold sticks, come to the surgery tomorrow night und every night until it varms," he replies softly, evenly. "For now, your time ist your own. If you stay, I vant you as my eyes und ears. Understood?"