"No, not today I think," Johanna declines but it is a gentle refusal, gentler than she has been with him thus far. She sets her cup aside and swipes a hand across her forehead. Her headache is ever-present and more than enough excuse to stop pondering.

"But you have my thanks," she adds, as almost an afterthought. "And my thanks again if you will fetch that remedy for this splitting pain in my head."

It is a dismissal, asking him to leave, but she is not cross. Hopefully Maireglenne is not so removed from normal politesse that they don't have this sort of interaction. Apologizing to him later will be terribly awkward, if that is the case.