Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must.

This is the tricky think about relationships- the balancing of one’s needs with someone else’s.
I tend to weigh other’s needs over my own. But sometimes I just need to say something. Something – it’s necessary to share the distrust while simultaneously acknowledging that I’d prefer not to discomfort you.
In the Queen’s case – it would seem to be distrust of his own reporting of his health. Or maybe just his straight up health. I’ve known many people to underplay their difficulties – the “I’m fine, don’t worry” school. I know there are those who play that card the opposite way – the ones who are convinced they are dying and say, “I have a small cough. Worry!”
But I don’t hang out with those folks – I tend to hang out with my own tribe – the stoic, this broken bone is no big deal, this wound is nothing, sort of people. And sometimes you just want to take them to the hospital. But I don’t want you to feel bad about it.

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