[Joshua isn't the only one looking away; Dion pretends to be distracted by an errant thread on the bedspread. He shrugs with his free arm, an oddly casual gesture for one so proper as him.]

And yet it is bandaging I could not manage on my own. Never mind running about with salves at the ready to help any errant prince.

[He sounds one part amused, and two parts deeply serious about it all. That level of graveness remains as he forces himself to look upward toward Joshua.]

I am. Kihel would be over the moon to know that her poultices were seeing widespread use. If I cannot ensure that she receive adequate patronage for her efforts, then the least I can do is make sure he name is known to others. [He shakes his head, expression fond.] So, if not for me, then for her?