[Suzerain of Sheol]

It is all Amélie can do to focus on the other's voice through the haze of aches and dizziness assailing her. She truly wishes only to be alone with her injuries at the moment, however well-meaning this Dame Mistral might be in her intentions.

She bites her lip in attempt to ground herself with more immediate pain, and forces a slight, wincing smile. The vacancy of her absent tooth tastes turgid against her tongue. Holding Mistral's gaze, she replies, "He proved himself a fool the moment he opened his mouth. Yet, I did not think to acquire a squire. I suppose Kier could use the company, though. I am miserable enough, withal."

The girl's casual admission of God's favor is vaguely hurtful, but in her current state Amélie cannot bring herself to dwell on it. She saw the manifest truth of it in their joust, regardless.

"If you speak of the Blessed Maiden, though, I'll not sully her good works with my ruddy presence. I will have to settle for the ministrations of my order's Brother-Physic. He can remind me of the shame I have brought to our knighthood as he tends the lashings of my unworth."

She takes a moment to steady herself before moving to leave, fails, and then says, "I would invite you to accompany me, ma Dame, and have him succor your own hurts, though passing trifling to such as these, but... I fear I shan't make the journey to the hostel on my own." Amélie smiles again at her own rue. "I seem to have expended the fervor of my indignity. If I could beg your assistance?"