Sidony has found herself back to work with ease; the ghosts and spirits had done very little to bother her compared to her friends and blood relations, so she's not particularly on edge. Her books are open in front of her and she is making notes on some of the surgeries she completed during the battle not so long ago.

Lifting her head at the sound of a voice, frowning. Her quill gets placed down and she lifts herself to her feet, smoothing her dress down against her legs, arms crossing over her chest. It's likely immediately obvious that she is not particularly pleased with his address.

"Now."