Rysher watches this with a raise eyebrow and a dash of pity. A thumbless life must be a difficult one. He leans down to pick up the envelope.

"Well, if you want, I can open it for you. There's no need to be so despairing over a letter! Then I can set it on the ground so you can read it. Or read it to you, if you don't think it's anything too personal."