Marcie's voice and posture was reserved, trying to keep in check how anxious about this she was, and how much she was still hurting. She didn't know how she was going to deal with all of this yet.
"I didn't get a chance to thank you for your help when I was ill," she said, taking a few steps closer, but not too close. "It means a lot that you would go out of your way for a stranger." Many gods wouldn't do it.