For a brief moment, Aeylisia had unconsciously stiffened at his use of the word princess when addressing her. Did this man know who he shared the company of?But as Shade continued on to ask her about the formality of her speech with a sarcastic emphasis, she realized that he had merely been using the title as a jest. Her shoulders relaxed, but she worried that he would discover the truth that he had so unwittingly struck upon. "this is the way I was taught to speak your language... My people have not come in contact with your race for so long, we didn't know that there was a more informal way of speaking." She found herself grumbling in response. It wasn't her fault that humans had such a complex language. Her native tongue was much easier to use.

Placing her chin against one of her forearms and unconsciously tightening both of her hands into fists, Aeylisia pointedly ignored the man's comment about his ability to have gone to her other side in favor of giving him easier access to her wound. Moving again would only cause her further pain, Not something she was willingly going to cause, so she stayed where she was. A light flinch jerked through her body as Thatcher finally touched her injured leg, an instinctive reaction she couldn't suppress, but she did manage to bite back the groan of pain that wanted to follow as she felt him gently wiping at the jagged cuts.. His next comment was a sufficient distraction from her pain and Aeylisia willingly focused on it, despite the statement's lack of the feel of being directed at her.

"We do heal quickly. But deeper cuts still take a few days to sufficiently close... I am unaware of the healing rate of humans though, so I am unable to make a proper comparison." She managed to get out, though the words were slightly muffled, having come out through partially gritted teeth.

She was still braced from the pain of his first contact, so Aeylisia was able to collect her thoughts enough to resist flinching a second time when Shade spoke of something making her injury sting, his words accompanied by the sound of splashing liquid. She resisted the temptation to look back over her shoulder to see what he was doing as he then press something cool to her skin. Additional pain prickled through her leg, The sensation uncomfortable, tempting her to pull her leg away, but the elf fought off the desire, biting into her lower lip as she squeezed her eyes closed, forcing herself to wait for the promised sensation of numbness.