Say it isn't so, but she giggles into her shoulder, fitfully embarrassed, certainly, but beyond concern. Too late to take it back. Hardly like she can pretend she hadn't enjoyed it thoroughly.

But she withdraws, perched still. Not really to go far as she looks over her, warmly, appreciatively. Something here, something she has done her level best to reserve since she had come. Just now - now she is unsure, certainly, not quite certain if it would be entirely permitted, but she settles herself like she has perched on a throne, regally tossing her hair. Playful, a mocking seriousness, "You've been a dreadful patient, I must tell you, as your Jarl."