Amron is not long in returning a fresh skin of ice and a bottle of harder drink then the ale.  He smiles as he enters, the blanket not pulled up far enough to cover all her charms he moves to the edge of the bed and sits down slowly so as not to shake the mattress too much.  "You are far too beautiful you know, if it were not for the pain you are in I might be tempted to take advantage of you."<br/><br/>Lifting the blanket, catching an eyeful as he does he places the skin on the brand and smiles up at her again, "It really is a beautiful mark my dear, it will heal well and I hope to see it again on occasion."<br/><br/>Lowering the blanket again he takes the bottle he had brought and pours them both a glass, handing one to her as he continues to take in her beauty.  "So tell me Lhurriel, are you still so mad at me to want to hit me again, or might I be given a moments reprieve to show you something that I believe should be yours?"