Her words brought Marken even more hope. He knew that, given her sickness, she would already be eating soup. This wouldn't even require a great deal of effort to slip a cure to her then, just a note to the kitchens to tell them that his mother was to be fed curry. While he hadn't personally had the dish, he'd read about it, in some book or another, and so he was certain that if he knew about the dish, the cooks in the kitchen certainly would. His smile widened with the news. So she would be alright then.

"I'll have send a servant down to the kitchens with a note then, with instructions on what to feed her. If only our physicians knew it would be that easy to cure from the beginning." He let out a soft chuckle at how simple the situation honestly was, yet how deadly it could've been. She wasn't even going to die at this point, according to Ella, they were only helping to speed her along the path to recovery. Atleast she was going to survive, even if their cure did fail, since she wasn't fatally poisoned.

He decided that Ella deserved something, for the gift she'd given him and for helping him with his mother. He thought for a moment, considering the possibilities before his eyes lit up happily. He knew that a proper gift like this should be a surprise, however the thought didn't sit well with him. Still, a design came into his mind as he studied Ellas face, taking in her bright blue eyes... Yes, that was what he would do. A golden amulet, with a sapphire inset into the center. It would be forged to match the one she gave him, and he knew just the man to talk to. It likely wouldn't even take an entire day, all of the materials would be available right from the start.

"Ella, I must say... Thank you, again. Even if she wasn't mortally poisoned, you're still helping my mother avoid a great deal of pain. Tomorrow, I want you to meet her too. She's much... Nicer than my father." He decided to elaborate, given her first impression of his father. The man needed to keep up a great appearance to anyone, but the kingdom well... There was a reason it was at war, and a reason it was being run into the ground. Marken had a great deal to accomplish, once he took up the throne. "Glenn isn't quite as pleasant as he would have you think. This is the first time he's given any emotion other than anger in weeks, and it took his wife nearly passing in front of him to do that." Marken took her hand in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and pressing them to it lightly. It was a kind gesture, one that was used to compliment a lady, or so he had been taught, and yet he had somehow missed doing it until now.