Forgetting about all this was easier said than done. Already Merri feared the doll emerging from the ashes and greeting him in his room at the Tower; he would have to sleep with all the lights on tonight, just like last Eve of the Holy Saints -- if he would even be able to get to sleep.
At least Cormac had seen to his wound, though at the expense of tending to his own injury, for which Merri felt a twinge of guilt. But the white mage was gone now, and Merri wasn't bleeding anymore. He gently pushed the fabric of his torn shirt aside to examine it, but luckily there was no trace of infection, as tender as the skin was now. If it looked discolored in an hour's, or a day's time, then he would go back to Cormac -- after all, who better to aid him than someone who was there and knew what they had been up against?
"I think I'll be okay," he answered Ari with a wary, exhausted smile. "At least, I hope I'll be, and it wouldn't hurt to be absolutely sure of it, but--" He glanced over at Audrey; though she did not have any open wounds, he wondered if she might need the healing more than he did, now. He was about to suggest, also, that Miles might need it more, but the actor already turned down the offer and was headed out the door.
Merri wished that he had a potion to offer Audrey, but he was empty-handed, so it was all he could do to say instead, "And it's okay, Audrey, we're all okay! And..." He looked over at the gil, shaking his head, amused. Well, this was almost just like the stories the captain told, and oh, how he would have loved to have been here! "It wasn't for nothing, at least!"
He felt awkward about accepting his share of the gil, and he knew that it would go right towards the bills he'd receive from Cormac, but at least they all lived, and he only hoped that he did not meet the doll -- or any of its possible incarnations -- later.