[The proclamation does not, perhaps, have exactly the desired effect.

Maketh stops dead, holding herself very still. A king. Someone used to giving orders, likely born to power. Likely died to that very same power. She's known kings. Said polite things to their graves. Once, not so long ago, she served an Emperor.]

You are correct in that.

[She doesn't look at him, face studiously blank.]

Though you'll find few care for such titles here. As you say. Life is perilous. We have other concerns.

[She jerks her head towards the clinic again. They're almost at the doorstep.]

Inside, sir.