Sidonie shook her head, “No. I think your formalities will be forgive because of your current state.” The queen bent over and smelled the flowers, “These are lovely, but they do not grow around here.” Her hazel eyes looking at Azzy wondering who had sent them to her - curious and a smirk crossed her lips for a moment. True that the power of the Chaldean healed the Queen’s wing and frankly that was probably the only thing that Sidonie would truly worry about. Scars could fade over time, but a broken wing would last a life time.
“I am relieved to know that you are alive. When the staff disappeared from my side, I feared the worse.” For many reasons she feared the worst, one was that she would probably the shortest lived Chaldean in Sidonie’s reign. There were a lot of things on Sidonie’s mind at the moment but for right now she would give her attention to the Chaldean. “Is there anything you need from me?” She asked, maybe to make the Chaldean’s time healing a bit easier. Already she had given permission for Azzy to go home for several days, Sidonie survived without the Chaldean at her side, she could do it again.