There's something amusing in the way it takes Regis a moment to understand her meaning; Aleanna has to bite back a smile, though, in fairness, her own cheeks tinge pink as well.

She has the courtesy to wait until he exits the tent to let out a small giggle, though, it must be said, said laughter is more flushed with nervousness than she would ever care to admit.

She's a bit distracted as she prepares herself for the day ahead; she misses the laces on her trousers several times, and her armor takes her longer than usual to adjust. She spends more time than she normally would assuring that she looks decent. After all, she is feeling better. Why shouldn't she look her best? And if her appearance just so happens to please the man helping to ensure she feels better, well then. Another bonus.

She notices the odd looks thrown her way once she exists the tent but pays them no mind. After some time now with the Inquisition, she's used to her every movement being watched. Indeed, the Inquisition is no different than the Circles in that regard.

"Shall we eat first and then head out?" She asks the group at large. When everyone nods, Aleanna makes her way over to Regis.

"I do feel so much better," she says quietly. "Thank you again."