Elletta was tired between a building headache and working several days in a row between her studies and her duties so it should have come as no surprise that she'd lose track of a note she'd made and stuffed in a pocket. Not anything important as far as her medic studies or pertaining to her duties as a soldier but more as a reminder for herself. Nowadays, if felt like she'd lose her head if it wasn't sitting on her shoulders so she'd started writing notes and reminders about everything.

She didn't even notice that the note was no longer in her pocket until someone got her attention. Turning around to see a vaguely familiar man, and only familiar in the way that she'd seen him around the palace so he was probably a soldier, her eyes went immediately to the parchment in his hands. In response, she checked her own pockets just to realize that, yes it was hers. The witch flushed a little, definitely embarrassed as she walked over to take the parchment back.

"Seems so, 'pparently. Thank you."

There was a beat where she opened her mouth to say 'no' but she ended up yawning instead, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as her headache pulsed behind her eye. She still wanted to say no but she also knew better, from experience, about what was more likely to happen. She winced at the thought and another pulse.

"Might not be a bad idea actually."