Declan
Declan bows deeply, after the others. "Do not apologise your grace. We are at your service, and indeed in your debt more than the average citizen for your healing skills."
Declan had been in the same room as a few high lords and ladies while an initiate at the temple. They had not acknowledged his existence then. Once he had been permitted to take notes in a meeting between the Cardinal and a lord, ostensibly because of his fair, round hand. Despite the changed circumstances, the principle of surviving this audience was likely to be the same. Sit down, shut up and listen.
The red-haired teenager moved to the table, and samples a few delicacies based on Henry's recommendations. No drinking tonight. Especially after last night... WAS it last night? I should have asked the day. Oh...will you ever learn?!