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 She isn't entirely expecting the show of gratitude, doing her best not to look taken aback. "Of course," Poet says immediately, lowering her own head slightly, "I only did what anyone else would do." It was fortunate she had been nearby, yet the ex-priestess is sure Blondine or any other with a basic handle on crisis and first aid could have done what she did.

 In fact, the flash of guilt she'd felt prior is only magnified by Indra's gracious display. Poet doesn't deserve gratitude. She hasn't, really, in quite some time. "Truthfully, I don't believe you should thank me," she admits as much, her turn to glance away sheepishly. "I did not provide much care; I apologise for neglecting to check on you during recovery."