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Of course Quenten made a good point-- she often did. For as long as she was here, Ridley would do her utmost best not to let anyone down, to heal where she could, and do as told. It was a considerable improvement from having to fight the undead -- she remembered what happened the last time she'd come across one, and for a fleeting moment, her spine tingled -- so without cause for much complaint, the blonde could only smile in return.
After she uttered her soft goodbye to Merri, momentarily watching him retreat to where he was needed, she turned back toward her friend, another smile gracing her lips, even though it couldn't be seen. Soft fingertips grazed Quenten's forearm, as if to say let's get back to work, because there was much to do, supplies to tend to, and people to heal.
All in a day's work, as it was said.