[ The hand that Beleth puts over her mouth doesn't quite muffle the undignified squawk of amusement at the idea of Hightown nobles trying to acquire some...marital aids. Or not marital. Who knows, with them. ]

Fenedhis. Truly? How do you keep a straight face, when you deal with them?

[ She shakes her head, her smile not fading, but turning teasing as they change subjects. ]

Fine, then. You are a medicine seller who gives the less fortunate aid that they would otherwise be forced to go without, because being a medicine seller compels you to. You have no choice in the matter.

[ Yes, she believes that. This is her believing face. ]