Merrion's face split into a smile as soon as he saw her approach.
"Gale!" he said as he met her halfway. "I'm so glad you made it! Thank you so much again for helping. You don't know how much this means to me! I hope I wasn't keeping you from anything."
He glanced around the lobby, where a handful of mages and other types wandered in and out of the doors and towards and away from the waystones. White magic was hardly destructive, and Merrion had a hard enough time managing to even cast something of that nature to even go wayward on him, but he still would rather be safe than sorry. Still, he trusted Gale.