Her smile didn't wither. She folded her hands in front of her now, "I am no healer, your eminence. But now that you mentioned what my name represents, then I wouldn't mind healing you as you bespoke." she said jokingly.
If only she knew the gravity of her words. She wouldn't mind healing him?
"Now, will you not?" He smirked.
She nodded, still smiling. "I heard about your illness, your eminence. Have you gotten better?" she asked.
"Oh, I am very much better now." he spreads his hands. "Strong enough to converse with such a beautiful lady."
"Thank you, your eminence."
She was being polite. He could see how indifferent she would have been about having a conversation with someone else. Had he not been a ruler, she would have probably walked away or given monosyllabic replies.
