“It has! It has been!” Just seeing Deuce brought a level of relief knowing that if she was alright, the others must have been okay as well. His lungs pressed inside of his chest, being released as he exhaled the amount of oxygen he soaked in. A smile split across his face, gazing at her. “I’m glad to hear that, no injuries? Do you need a Cure or two?”
The wizard shook his head. “I’m alright, a bit disoriented but I’m fine overall. I’m happy to see that you’re alright.”
“Ah–you’re very kind, Harry, thank you. Maybe I’ll start coming straight to you after missions, instead of visiting the infirmary!” the flutist chirped, honored that her initial enthusiasm was mutual. And, truth be told, Deuce had retained a lingering curiosity in regards to what exactly her companion could be capable of. She made a mental note to vocalize her silent fascination, right after ensuring his well-being. “I’m… Really sorry if I made you worry at all, in the time I was away. I should have checked in sooner. But if you don’t mind me asking… ‘Disoriented?’ Did something happen…?”
