Hermesia rolled with his chastisement, her head rising from the deep bow even as she kept it somewhat bent in submission.<br/><br/>[Teutari]<span style="color: #00b3b3">"Of course, my lord. At once, my lord."</span>she said as she decided to take his advice and see about working with the Undead. Truth be told he had only grown more intimidating. being the small among many large races she was used to being looked down upon and, despite her appearance, she was a bit tougher than she looked, but even she cringed at the idea of being this massive undead's punching back. She couldn't heal quite as fast as he could. She was, however, a little huffed at the "construct" comment, and wasn't about to back out.<br/><br/>"I think you'll find I am very capable in many regards, despite being a construct as you say." She kept her prim and proper tone all throughout, no need to let one of the Reik see her acting like some degenerate.<span style="color: #00b3b3">"Though I would prefer any remedy not be applied with physical punches. I think you might be surprised at what one of my healing salves can do, even for the most abstract of aches."</span><br/><br/>In truth she was not entirely sure what might affect his physiology, but she was eager to try. With cases like these a direct application of Paracelsium usually offered a good baseline for directions from which she could work. Hopefully the much larger man would let her get close enough to try it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>