[Their's is an easy camaraderie and Val appreciates it beyond any words she might use to describe it. For all that they often have to go their separate ways to take care of whatever might be ailing the world at large, she and Thancred seem to fall back into routine when they are together. (Which, she reflects, can be said about most of the core group of Scions with which she's most well-acquainted.) Fighting together more often of late - rather than tackling problems from various angles - has seemed to solidify the trust between them - and not just between her and Thancred, but the others as well.

At least, she seems to think so.]

We can walk. It's not far. [She slows enough to match Thancred's speed and turns, dancing backward for a few steps as she speaks.] I'd have to rent another bird. [She pulls a face - disgusted, mostly at herself - as she turns back around.] Mel needs the rest. I wasn't watching well enough and she bruised her foot on some rocks.

[Self-recrimination, thy name is Valeria.]