"We both rescued 'em. No tellin' if those things woulda come for us otherwise. Better ways, maybe, but could've ended up worse."

She straightens up and looks around. The itch to get back in there, keep doing something to make up for her own weakness when confronted with the nightrenders alone, is still there.

"Be careful on that ankle on the way up north, yeah? Don't go makin' it worse." God, she sounds like Yaz. "I'm sure ye know that, though."

There, better. Less like a nagging mom.