[Maribelle huffs and takes another sip of tea.]

Must I attend to everything? Milord, I speak of her future prospects.

[...Maribelle pauses meaningfully.]

...Oh, never mind, there's no point being subtle with you. Her suitors! The wretched hounds -- some within this very army, I might add -- will be upon her the moment the war is finished. She'll be the most eligible maiden in all the land! I daresay this is of higher priority than tomorrow's battle.