[ and here she thought he'd never ask her that question.

lumine lifts her eyes to meet his, her hand pausing from its occupation with her wrist imprisoned, and returns his questioning look with the same impassive expression as before. a moment later, she lowers her gaze once more with a sigh, her other hand rummaging through the box. ]

I didn't know that you preferred mages and heralds over people. Shall I call one of them and have them continue?

[ besides, he's agitated them well enough; who knows what how effective their treatment would be if she were to leave them in their hands. ]

I'll summon a lector as well to sing you songs while they treat and dress your wounds.