[It was a welcome relief to see a familiar face and caused a faint but tired smile to pull at her lips. The trek undoubtedly wouldn't be as hard now and it was one of few things she'd found herself thankful for today. Clearly, Lady Luck was at least somewhat on her side. A low throaty noise emerged from behind closed lips at the feeling of curative magics hitting her. Each spell left a lingering warm and tingling sensation as bruising faded, muscles began to stitch themselves back together from where they'd been slashed open. Of course, the spells that had been launched wouldn't be even close to enough right now. Once Vanille was in reach Fang stopped her forward movement, and especially after gripping at the sari, Fang reached up, a hand moving to stroke at the back of Vanille's hair gently before coming to rest on one of the other woman's shoulders. A squeeze of the shoulder beneath her hand was given in attempts to assure the other. However, the action came off as terribly weak, a faint tensing of fingers attempting to grasp at Vanille's shoulder more than an actual squeeze of assurance.]

Run in with somethin' out 'ere. [Lips twitched, forcing that faint smile back up even though speaking still hurt. At least it hurt less than it did earlier.]

Don't worry though, you should see the otha' guy. [And another smile would be pushed onto her lips, it was the least she could do to ease Vanille's concern.]