Grateful for agreement and an uncomplicated friendship, Lenore gladly takes her arm, squeezing close against her side and turning at once toward the hot springs. "Good. The supplies can wait. We've both done a lot, and there are more hands to help now. I think we can be allowed a little recovery of our own so that we have more energy to help again in a few hours."

Her grip is perhaps a little too tight, almost clinging a bit. She's grateful that Hilda's safe, and grateful that Hilda's real. "I don't feel like I can trust my memory of our first meeting. You're ... with the Free Cities, is that right?"