[Yeah, watching your mother die in front of you and then being stuck in a brothel is pretty great too, so she can slightly commiserate.]

It's okay. The Innkeeper says this is the between place, so he has to "prepare it." So I have to put blood on my hands and my forehead, and then there's a bowl... with... something in it. It's different every time. Yours is a hand.

I guess... because you said you hurt your hand.

You're a good knight. Your rhyme was really good too. I'm glad you're my friend.