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A smile tugs at her lips at Annaliese's greeting, and she takes the briefest moment to survey the fallen trees once again before she answers. It truly pains me to deny a damsel in distress, but I'm afraid I don't have any herbs for that, She tells her, equally teasing in her tone. Let me know if you get a splinter, though, and I'll be your knight in shining armor. Or if you fall and split that pretty head of yours, she thinks, a little startled by the darkness of her thoughts. These are dark times, though, she tells herself, if only so she can push the thought aside for the moment. It seems to work, and for good measure she reminds herself that she has seen a skull split, and many other gruesome wounds; surely it shouldn't be a surprise that the life of a medic has twisted her mind in some ways. She keeps her thoughts guarded nonetheless, only allowing Annaliese to see the playful amusement that still lingers at the surface.