You're trying to blackmail me. What else am I supposed to say but that I do trust you?

[It's a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Of course she trusts Claude--well, maybe it's not wise to trust someone she's only known a couple of months, but she doesn't have any reason not to trust him.

Still, she rolls up her pant leg over her knee. The injury there is still pretty raw under its bandage--that it still needs a bandage shows that she hasn't been treating it as gently as she should--and there's a definite improvement when he casts his healing spell, as modest as it is.]

I think I'm still going to put ice on it when I get home, but it definitely feels better than a few minutes ago. That's not bad, for not using a staff at all.