"I'm fine." The answer comes automatic. She's answered it a thousand times. She's fine. She doesn't need anything. Yes, she's resting. Myri loves her friends for their concern but she's conditioned herself to try to ease their worries. It's only been a few days. And perhaps the Doctor has heard a bit about two Knights coming back from a dreaded island, perhaps he's seen the somber faces in the ballroom that are too deep in thought for circumstances surrounding those events.

"Are you one of the new squires? There were so many, I think I lost track." This time her smile is a touch more genuine.