Remliel's eyelid twitched in irritation. Okay, so they'd chosen a third option. That was fine and dandy and all, but it got on her damn nerves.

Still, now there was no reason to start a fight, and Remliel had built up all this steam for nothing. Grumbling, she approached Mikkish. "Oi, you okay?" she said, grabbing his arm and hefting up while supporting him. "Looks like you've got your ankle fixed all right. Was that healing magic?" she asked.