Words come to her with little clarity through the dulling pain, but she understands them all the same.

"I'll give you a hint, and this one's for free, not to tell someone from Hydaelyn that you can summon Garuda at your beck and call, Highness, when for all intents and purposes you look like you're from Hydaelyn. Nald's fucking balls," she reaches to pat her bruised ribs, slowly calling her white magic to the tips of her fingers and sending it forth, her grimace lessening as the magic slowly revitalizes the tissues there.