i imagine henry, on the verge of fainting--poor sam has already lost consciousness--reporting to radzig and hanush. how they've been trapped in the crumbling fortress and fought prague traitors and terrible hunger alike. and how sir capon is exhausted and starving yet still standing(at least that's how he was the last time henry saw. he'll endure, right? he must survive. they must. henry will see to it). is it too transgressive to recall, in front of sir hanush himself, how hans smiled against his lips and felt against his skin? how they just enjoy each other's presence despite everything? but he just can't stop and actually he doesn't fucking care. he just has to go back. he...finally faints.