( Wan she says; he turns to level her with an incredulous look. Once upon a time she hardly had the courage to talk to him, now she's sitting here calling him fucking wan without batting an eyelash? He snorts loudly, shaking his head — but after a moment, if she looks closely, she might see just a hint of amusement hidden under the snarky attitude. )

Well, you really know how to flatter a man, don't you?

( Wan. For fuck's sake. Never mind it, anyway. His ego can withstand the observation. He's doing better than he was a few weeks ago, and that's good enough. Even the festering wound at his sword-arm that got him ultimately bested by a woman has mostly healed up by now. )

I'm at the hall, at least until this damn thing's better. ( He kneads absently at his thigh. ) After that, I'll find somewhere quieter. Some place with fewer twats roaming around all the time.

( A beat, and then he tacks on: )

Not that it's any of your business.

( Lest she get the impression that he appreciates her concern. Obviously. )