"If you say so." He doesn't believe her, because trying doesn't mean looking like she just lost the war single-handed. "And your quarters are that way," he adds, pointing back at a corridor they just passed. "You're going to the healers, and then you're going to your quarters."

He offers her a tiny smile, letting her know that he knows he's being a pratt, and can she just lighten up already?

"So I'm guessing a little trouble ended up being more trouble than we're willing to admit?" He shakes his head. "Leave it to politicians to understate their need."