Frodo had only just pulled on his shirt, and was in the process of starting the bottom button when the Empress swept in. Frodo turned his back quickly. It didn't seem proper to go baring skin at royalty, and Frodo was far too conscious of the fact that although he was a gentlehobbit, it was a far cry from approaching her station, and how best to deal with such.

He glanced down at the damp wound. His flesh remained pale, though it looked more like the pale of a hobbit who spent more time in a study, rather than that of something dying. Color was slowly returning to him.

"Better, thank you," Frodo said after a moment, doing up another button. "I think I can feel my fingers at times again."