And quite enthusiastic, at well. She sings and gestures dramatically, the knife flashing from its sheath -- yes, she was wearing her knife. It's become more and more of a habit with time. No, she's not paranoid, why do you ask? -- at just the right point in the story, continuing the near-dance.

At the end of the long song, she kneels again by his bedside. When he's finished with the food, she'll take the tray away and return.

"How are you feeling, Master?"