Me? In grimy, thick boots like yours? Perish the thought. I would sooner dress like Black court.

[They pause when they catch the thought and smile, soft and gentle, before wiping some blood from his face. Sure they were fussing over him, but had the situation been different, had it been them on the bed screaming and bleeding, he would be chewing her out likely.

So let her fuss.]

Yes well. That's all well and good, but you're off the roster for a couple days. You need your rest, I won't be hearing about you in the east wing until then, understood?