[ The sentimentality of the moment passes when Beatrix clears her throat, and in a way, Trahearne is a little thankful for that. If this had continued any longer, he might have found himself wondering if he is really able to handle the intense, personal kindness the others have been showing him. He's realized that having to step back and evaluate his life here versus the one he had in Tyria is an experience he finds to be...uncomfortable.

But that doesn't happen. He smiles as she motions to the fruit, and he grabs a large wooden bowl in which he placed a few apples earlier and scoots it towards her. ]

The fruit should last me a while. I think you made the right choice.

[ He wants to thank her again, but he's probably said that enough by now. He makes no mention or reaction to mention of hair; he takes the metaphor in stride. ]

I hope the rest of your recovery goes smoothly and quickly.