[Blanche's eyes close briefly; a small, nonverbal acquisition of her own at his words. At least he knows just as well as she does that he would not have survived that. Even if she can acknowledge, objectively speaking, that he's expendable of the two of them...well, Blanche isn't always one for thinking with objectivity. Just when it's beneficial.

Still, if he's back to sassing her like that, then it's worth dropping this discussion for now. Blanche winds up making a small noise of assent in response to that much. There's the Alaric she knows.]

Yes, I suppose you do have a point.

[She'll get to work as soon as she's sat down, then; Blanche has always endeavored, even as queen, to keep her magic skills sharp and ready for anything. As she lifts the leg that took the brunt of the strike, she winces a bit as she looks over the injury. It's...leaving some lasting scarring to say the very least, but it's still usable; nothing the white magic that easily lives her hands won't fix, though she's likely going to have to tear her nightgown a bit to serve as bandaging...]

We need to decide what our next step forward should be. [Back to objectivity central, now. They need a game plan.] Should we perhaps check the nearby villages? Perhaps we might be able to find temporary shelter there, and supplies.