Samsul was a little surprised to see that she had put her hand on his forehead and believed that he had a fever of some sort, but he was being a bit more distant that he usually was, so some suspicion would be warranted. Slowly, he took the brush from her hands and walked over to Gale with little to say. He shook his head as he continued to think of something to tell her so that she would be less suspicious of him. "I was thinking about the time range of your coronation. My own happens some time before when yours it presumed to happen, and I believed that it was interesting to think about." He didn't want to talk about the queen, or what Gerald had said to him, and since his own coronation was in mind, he used that to pull himself away from questions for the time being. He wordlessly brushed Gale's coat with the brush that she had given him, and tried to keep him mind off of certain subjects.