"Very well should," she mumbles, purposefully belligerent.

"Is your hand feeling better?"

It's asked almost offhandedly, as if she hadn't given the statement much thought at all. She's rather proud of this accomplishment.

"Meggot said that she had taken care of it," not that she had specifically asked, of course. "But I did not get to speak to you very much at - ah - dinner, yes? To ask. Myself."