Just there, as he describes a town being barricaded, the fear of illness traveling, a pained look comes over her face. She takes a drink to hide it and hisses a bit as it hits the back of her throat. She is distracted when he assures her, enough that she misses the name of his master, but catches the tone in his voice.

He is confident.

She could not stop herself from looking pained and she cannot prevent the fond, almost patronizing look she levels at him then. She had heard that confidence before--many times, in fact, and all those people were dead.

"Fortunate then that there is no plague here," she says and does not dispute his claim that he would solve it. "I will hope that you and your...apothecary master? Do not need to deal with such things."