The servant at her feet watches him through her lashes, but still, she watches, as keenly as her mistress. Though her expression stays serious, where Chch's is bright, open. Guileless as a young woman.

"I am glad to hear it. You looked in an agony as you fell. It wound my heart in my breast to see it."

As he rises, she beckons him closer as she sits up, rising that little further that moves her pool of skirts, frothing lace and ripples of silk about her ankles, and her servant moves with her, careful of her mistresses clothes. "Will you let me look upon you nearer? I do not think I will believe it until I see it for myself."