[ his cry causes the heralds to burst through the door, and lumine, in exasperation, sighs and lifts a hand once more to keep them from swooping on her errant guest. there's a long pregnant pause, one that she allows all of them to stew in, before they bow and reluctantly leave them yet again.

once more they're gone, she gets up from her seat and starts picking up the contents of the box from the floor: clean bandages, antiseptic and strong-smelling ointments, even a sewing kit, procured by the mages elsewhere. ]

Only when it comes to children who can't follow simple instructions, such as taking off their shirt and sitting down.

[ shots fired, etc.

once she's gathered the items and deposited them back into the box, lumine takes a seat again on the edge of the bed, looking at him expectantly. now, will he finally remove his clothes and sit down? she's honestly getting tired of this. ]