Bring Out Yer Dead

"Definitely," she agreed, giving a huff of laughter as Io ushered Mortis away. Sore and tired as she was, she really didn't mind the questions. She probably would've done the same a year ago, as untested and battle-hungry as she had been then.

Iolaire was quick with her inspection, and Mal gave a quick thanks. Not that resting sounded bad, but she felt like sticking around for a bit. She shook her head at the offer of willow bark, but would silently accept the invitation to stay and watch. With a practice raid, she doubted there would be any serious injuries, but it was always helpful to watch, see if there was something she could pick up. Mal caught the look Mort had given her, and she wiggled her brows before moving to settle down on the deerskins, content to watch the battle from afar.