Laugh it Up

Resin furrowed her brow as Maeva insisted that she was okay, giving her yet another once over. The girl decided that it was time to leave and the scarred woman watched her limp off. Resin's mouth was set in a hard line until Maeva was out of sight. She didn't like sending her off alone, but she couldn't stop her.

Turning her attention to Magnus, she shrugged. The soreness from battle was beginning to set in, so it was probably time to move. "We should head home as well." Thankfully none of them were in bad shape. Their wounds would all heal with time and rest.