[sansa's mouth quirks at the mention of imp laundry. Her smile widens when S'mores rounds the corner, and watches her and lady for a moment. lady crouches and offers a polite whine. Sansa listens and nods at his assessment of their patient, and beams at the offer of lemonsweet.]

That would be wonderful.

[she pauses, considering.]

I'm not a blood minister either, and I know little of herbs, but meadowsweet will bring down a fever and soothe aches much like willowbark, and it should do well enough in your glass garden.

[this is the precursor to just giving them advil, and of course would probably make a nosebleed worse. she walks knight over to the patient in question and smiles gently.]

Hallo, this is Knight. We hope he'll be able to make you feel better.

[she decides against telling them they'll have to go to the lumenarium, otherwise.]