Mercedes was feeling much better. There was color in her cheeks and her hair was once again up and braided in the style she usually prefered. She'd watched the patrol ride out, her heart racing a little in his chest as she sent up a soft prayer that they'd all return safely. And if she meant that a little more for the man leading the party, well who could blame her.
She turned when Paul spoke her, "Yes, Dr. Roberts. They have. Did you wish to talk to them before they went?"