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MacKensie made her exit from the infirmary wiping her eyes.  She hadn't expected Lillianna's outpour but when MacKensie had tried to break away and her friend held on to cry on her shoulder, MacKensie couldn't help but cry a little herself.  All she could do was whisper that; it was going to be okay, but the frenchwoman had a feeling (no, she was certain) that Lillianna's tears was not just because she almost died.  It wasn't even just for Arthur and Clive.  It was all the above, plus all she had lost in her last life.  It was everything, all rolled into the fact that the quiet, shy white-haired young woman had needed a good hug and a good cry.  Just like MacKensie had the day before.  And the Ranger was glad she could give her that.

As they walked, MacKensie was in equal parts confused and amused at Zell's antics.

"TELEPORT!"

She had no idea Zell could do such a thing (if he actually could - seems as though he was failing pretty hard, at the moment,) but it was quite funny that the man, now they were out of mortal danger, had gone from being so impressive to her, back to being a blockhead.  He was quite the character.  She wondered about the second sword in his possession - the sword of the assassin.  She had a feeling it was quite powerful, wether it be through magic or expert crafting, the black, curved sword had a certain shine to it.

[color=Pink]"Joji, did you manage to find what you were looking for, from the Bazaar?"[/color] she asked as they entered the commercial district.  

She wasn't sure how much of her share of the money was left, but she was also eager to at least do a bit of window-shopping, when time permitted.  Shopping was one of MacKensie Trydant's favourite pasttimes.  Even on the rare occassions when she had no money, much of her spare time with friends was devoted to looking around Paris' finest shopping malls.  She wanted to speak to Fenna, but the Bazaar was so busy and loud that she simply stayed by the other Ranger's side and observed her surroundings until they were through the area and heading north for the Big Bridge.  Once the road was quieter, she spoke her friend next to her.

[color=Pink]"Fenna, did you feel that... back in the Mazy Hillocks, after the battle?"[/color] a cryptic question but she wasn't sure how to explain herself.  She was hoping the older woman would understand as a Ranger who seemed quite in-touch with nature.  [color=Pink]"Like, ummm... the natural life energy of those creatures who died.  Hanging in the air, then maybe being - [i]absorbed?[/i] - by us?"[/color]

It sounded ridiculous.  MacKensie wasn't even sure if she'd not remembered it wrong, as she was so angry at the time and focused on more pressing matters.  But one thing she was certain of was that she could now do things that she wasn't aware of before.

[color=Pink]"I think I am stronger than before,"[/color] she let Fenna know.  She held out her right hand, not to show off her manicured nails, but to present some evidence.  By the strength of her will, she halfway triggered her new [i]Deadly Flurry[/i] ability and subtle blue flames of Source danced up and down her fingers.  [color=Pink]"Magically."[/color]

She made a fist and the Source magic disappeared, then she waited on Fenna's reply.