“Henry,” came Ellwood’s voice. Softer than before. Gaunt opened his eyes, and saw that Ellwood was watching him. “You look—are you all right?” “Fine,” answered Gaunt automatically. “I know you’re fine,” said Ellwood, frowning. “But are you all right?” Gaunt smiled through a long exhale of smoke, hope coursing through him. “Yes,” he said.
