[Blanche turns when Alaric locks the door of the room behind him and comes over; her expression is still the same as ever, but her gaze is a little softer than it's usual, at least. Though she gives a small noise of assent at his rather blunt injury report.]
Thank you for letting me know. Now take a seat and give it here; I will patch you up.
[...She's gonna take his arm if he doesn't give it to her, so give it over here boy--]
Oh, goodness no. I don't trust myself with more delicate teas. [Blanche shakes her head in response to that.] The kind woman from the inn made it for us. I thought you might like something to drink, after all of your hard work today.
[It's the nicer way of putting that; calling it something new to help him be a little less frazzled might just make him upset. They both know she can see right through him, but...it does please Blanche that he seems to be better than he was earlier.]
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Thank you for letting me know. Now take a seat and give it here; I will patch you up.
[...She's gonna take his arm if he doesn't give it to her, so give it over here boy--]
Oh, goodness no. I don't trust myself with more delicate teas. [Blanche shakes her head in response to that.] The kind woman from the inn made it for us. I thought you might like something to drink, after all of your hard work today.
[It's the nicer way of putting that; calling it something new to help him be a little less frazzled might just make him upset. They both know she can see right through him, but...it does please Blanche that he seems to be better than he was earlier.]