[The warmth she brings with her through her communion grows some. In the cool of Amos' void she's like a campfire waiting for people to gather around it. "Rest," it says, even as the flames on her heels gutter against Amos' question.]

I'm fine, thank you. I appreciate the concern.

[She'd like to ask if he was too but she can well imagine how he is. The fact that he doesn't show any real glee over what he's done sends an old familiar pang through her heart, the same that haunts her when she thinks of the Corporal.]

Those who suffer are the civilians, not I. I won't lecture you on that however -- you know it all too well.

[There's some confidence to her voice there, mellow but still present. He's acknowledging them after all.]