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[color=00a99d]"Let's get goin', then! No skin off my back!"[/color] Selma crowed from on high, visibly relieved that it all worked out without a hitch in the end. Crystal was finally looking better now that she'd downed a couple of those pills, her mind seemingly set at ease by the medicine. When the apology came her way, the big girl had simply grinned and waved it away, the thanks hot on its heels. The girl's circumstances were still beyond her [i]full[/i] understanding, but knowing they'd gotten her back in a good space was all that mattered, in the end. For that reason, she personally didn't feel like she deserved thanks, either— Wasn't helping a friend through a tough time what a friend was supposed to do? One by one, she watched the girls step out into the hall proper.

As Crystal passed by, Selma reached out for her once more—

[color=00a99d]"Everybody knows a meal's best when it's shared with friends, after all."[/color]

And threw her arm around the raven-haired girl's shoulder, joining her in lockstep and putting on any young sapling's winningest smile as she hooked her other arm around Chie in much the same manner. Hunching her back, she leaned downward enough to pull the two in close for a conspiratorial whisper as the trio walked down the hall, escorted on either side by their guards and a little behind an unmistakably [color=8407c2][i]purple[/i][/color] mane.

[color=00a99d]"Now then... I know she plays it cool and collected, but we rush Rivka on three. [i]Nobody[/i] escapes the line, not even our little [i]tsaritsa[/i]. Make sure we get here in here!"[/color]

For the confines of a notedly Spartan and alert military base, the walk to the mess could have gone a whole lot worse.