[ sightless and ill though he might be, when he gulps down mouthfuls of stew she smiles, contented. it's the best that she can ask for. ]

My eyes are looking fresh and vibrant as a spring daisy, I assure you.

[ she says with enough curl to her voice to establish clear sarcasm. she probably looks like hells warmed over, but alisaie hasn't bothered to look into a mirror in.. days, probably? if not longer. like as not adrenaline and caffeine are all that fuel her, but she cannot bear the thought of resting any longer than necessary while this disease carries on, worsening every day. ]

Never you mind about that. Finish your supper.