Radu was definitely feeling better, just from being able to stretch his legs and do something. He'd spent so much time brooding, worrying over what he'd done like prodding at an infected wound. It was still there, in the back of his mind, but at least now he had something to distract him.

He nodded and moved towards the theatre, squeezing Jezebel's hand as he passed him.

"I hope it's not a drain on your resources to treat me, beloved," he said, more quietly. It wasn't as though he had a penny to his own name. Not in this world.