[Dist turns his head the moment he hears the scratching of pen on paper, and reads the words. ajsfkh--damnit, Ion, stop that! Huffing - and totally not blushing a little, shut up - Dist waves off the thanks as usual, frowning as he stands to exit.]

Think nothing of it. I'm certain no one here would want anything to happen to you, Fon Master, and I truly do not want to hear Anise caterwauling in my ear day and night over you. Now, I've stayed long enough and you need your rest. Tomorrow morning I'll get some painkillers for you.

Have a good night, Fon Master.