“I would welcome it,” Alexandrie replies, her previously brilliant smile dimmed and slightly shaken by... well, everything. Even so, it is there.

She is so very unused to being alone.

The basin, no longer in danger of being used, is set aside, and her focus redirected to retaking control of her body with the subtle—but certainly noticeable to a healer—series of exercises she had been taught long ago. Breathing, heartbeat, tense and release of musculature, shift of posture to something uncurled and straight again. She will take up the tea again after, with a long exhale, and sip at it further.

“I shall be ready in a moment, I think.”