"Your majesty!?"<br/><br/>She started forward as the old man began coughing. Her hand gripped the bag at her side. She had not expected to see him in such a shape, no matter what Gavin's words. "If I may be so bold. I have Goldsparian unguent with me. If spread upon the chest, it might ease your cough." What a strange woman HonorÃ¨ was, so easily driven to kindness, despite her harshness. The unguent was known within warriors circles to be breathed in to ease the congestion of a cough from cold as well as a mark of a warrior; often a warrior would use the braid at his side to have it within easy reach of his nose. In truth, the unguent had many properties. But it was a rare thing that was not exported, not even for royalty.<br/><br/>She knelt again instead of taking the seat, offering lifting her hands with the small packet of unguent with quiet resolve, offering no threat, only a desire to help.