She let him rattle on. There were very few men who would have called a lady capable of becoming a healer - vapid - certainly less so than the average debutante or society lady. But apparently, Mister Maxime was immune to her bedside manner - most people, especially those with debilitating, lifelong afflictions, like werewolfism, liked someone like Merida treating them. She wasn't austere or severe, didn't treat them like lepers unworthy of her time or civility.

'I shall bear it in mind Mister Maxime' she said, her tone more than a little arch, as she continued to make her way through the paperwork. She balanced the paperwork on her knee, leaning forward to take his pulse, pressing two fingers to his throat, just under his jaw. 'I'm sure with your good council I shall be married before the end of the year - I'll be sure to send you a thank you gift.' She withdrew her hand and scribbled the number on her notes.

Merida checked the small fob watch that hung from the chain around her waist. Not long left of the time she had conceded to him. If he had no reaction, or it stayed moderate she could live with it, and release her captive back into the world. She was sure that a quick letter to Murdock would ensure that if there was an issue the people at the ministry would be keeping an eye out, and for him. 'Have you any questions before you leave? - About your treatment I mean.' she clarified.

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