[ She takes a ginger movement up, once he's done, moving slowly to test how everything is held together. It is painless enough that she could lie to herself and pretend it was healed. ]

Oh yes, I suppose you would.

[ Once she's sitting up right, she takes a deeper lungful and thinks about following forward to lean close to him - almost does until her ribs protest that she could only pretend so much. Damn. ]

You have more patience than I, my lord, I would have left their bodies strewn in the field years ago if I had to manage that as Queen. [ She wouldn't, she wasn't that kind, but it was tempting. But for now it's wistfully, cheerfully said. ]