[ He extends a hand, waiting for her to put the sheaf of papers in his hands so he could go through them. Ja’far could already guess what they were from the amount and the familiar pattern of instructions and empty boxes that he could see peeping from her hands.

Working on taxes would be a pleasant break from writing letters of apology to the numerous dames his king had accosted within the past week. ]

Apply something…?

[ It takes him a moment to understand, his mind still wrapped around apologetic flourishes to women he had never met. It clicks soon enough and he offers a soft smile. It was kind of her to try and accommodate him. He unconsciously leans back to better address her, only to flinch as his reddened skin made contact with the rough fabric backing of his chair. ]

Tch—It’s fine, I would, however it would be time consuming and cause quite a mess so I have yet to apply anything. Plus, it is difficult to see where to apply the salve. I can try and do so later when I retire for the night.