The little blonde boy waited patiently (or as patiently as he was wont to be) in the middle of the room, his pale (DYED!) eyebrows arched slightly to cultivate a carefully bewildered and scared expression. He grasped one body elbow with his other hand and stood there, staring at the door to watch for the Healer to come in.

He really was a first rate actor when it came to faking illnesses and garnering pity. It was all the practice from his trying to gain his mother's attention.