"I think that depends on whether they're on you or the floor," Meoni says, quirking an eyebrow. At least she's feeling okay enough to do this. There's no real intent behind her words, and she's not looking at anything other than his face. Still, she finds it witty.

While he bustles around, Meoni supports her right arm with her left. "Yes, Meoni Kost. I don't think I've caught your name?" There were a lot of healers, and she was fairly groggy for some of the visits.