"You do pay the prettiest compliments." It was not entirely true in the strictest sense - she spent enough time around nobility to hear a great many florid and exquisitely worded compliments, after all - but Aspel's always came across as genuine, which was why she could not help but enjoy them particularly.
What was she doing? Perhaps it would be best all around if she tried to take a few days to sort this out. She did not enjoy discomfort.
She sighed when Aspel stood, though. "I do wish," she mused, nearly back to her usual tone, "that you would stay in bed and heal. Not that I am opposed to an escort from you at the worst of times, but I would hate for you to undo all of my hard work." As they approached the door, she studied Aspel's face for a few moments - it did not exhibit much in the way of pain, although perhaps that was stoicism - and gifted her with her brightest, most carefree smile. "Look at me, fussing over you. Will you at least promise me to sleep and eat something? In whatever order suits you, of course."