Lakshmi lets go of the bucket, her hands settling neatly into her lap, folded over each other. He's right in that, she has done this before. In different forms, but in all the ways that matter, yes. To soldiers, family and knights. She has tended them all, one way or another. Watched the signs, shoved fear deep inside her chest.

"Many times. Expecting me to be squeamish about something like illness were you?"