He lopes after her, considering what he found in the box. He'll have to look for some sort of herbal, do some research into the plants they derive these medicines from. He'll look into that shortly, he decides, and then realises once again that an answer is required of him.

"No, my lady. Only the tip of your sword." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he realises how rude he sounds - especially since it was him who had asked her to spar - and flushes hotly. "Not that I'm complaining! Sparring with you has done me a power of good." Smoothly covered, he tells himself sourly as he stammers to smooth over his thoughtlessness.