Four days. Right. That thing he said.

"Well, four days and I... I left out a span where I was in the hospital. I wasn't awake for it, so it didn't seem... relevant at the time."

The medical setting, and the importance of the question at hand, force him to offer a little more detail. Aaaaand now no further questions need be asked!

Arthur's face when Tendi mentions crewmates being turned into puppets is... expressive, but he moves past it. His hand flexes as the mess of burn and bore-hole on his forearm starts to repair, and the constant low ache and sting of it fades in turn.

"It's black," he says, muted by disappointment. "Just black."