You have nothing to be sorry about. We both fought the same war, on the same front or otherwise. [ She gave her head a brief shake, damp locks sliding along her cheeks. ] If you hadn't fought just as hard as anyone else, come out just as bruised, I would be disappointed.

[ She stepped forward, easing her arm from around her middle. She reached out for the other blond, to offer some kind of support. Even though he seemed somewhat alright on his own with his crutch, One thought perhaps he could use further support. For once her usually severe expression was a little more lax, sympathetic. He was obviously worse for wear compared to her. She was bruised, a little banged up, but not terribly wounded. ]

Where are you staying? I'll help you get there.