Held Together with Glue and String

Manea scoffed a little when he simply described how he felt as what it was which she supposed was fair enough. She certainly didn't expect him to say he was feeling fine and dandy after only a couple of days after getting an injury like that. She was quick to give a dismissive wave as he mentioned how he would be out of commission for a while and what he had to do to even sit up, gesturing in the direction of where Keelin had run off to. "Don't you worry about that," she insisted when he apologized, giving him a small smile. "We'll survive without you for a bit. You focus on getting better. I'm just glad you're alive. From what I was told you were in really bad shape when you showed up." She'd gladly be down a warrior for a while if it meant avoiding holding a funeral and mourning the loss of a brother she had just gotten back.

"You're lucky you have such a talented healer at your beck and call," she mentioned casually, giving a glance toward the cave's entrance as if she expected Keelin to show up in the middle of their conversation. She knew from having Irilyth around that having a good healer at the ready could certainly come in handy, but the fact that Keelin had been able to immediately treat him surely made all the difference in him being here right now. She looked back to him, her aqua gaze obviously curious as she searched the face of her gruff, violent brother. "She's very protective of you," she added, obviously interested in the relationship that he had told her little about when they first arrived. She had never really thought of her brother as the type to really settle down, but she also hadn't really seen him with anyone else since they showed up on Elysium's shore and at least from how Keelin looked at Merrick and cared for him it seemed like there was more going on there than perhaps her brother was letting on.

"Manea Mendacium"