That's right.

[And she allows that hand to rest where it is, but the moment she realizes what the goal is she's pressing her other hand over it in an obviously warning gesture.]

Samantha-- don't. You need it.

[Really, though, the question she meant to and now must ask is,]

... Bad ones first, or better ones?

[Because it seems like not all of them will need as much resetting and. Well. They are her ribs and it is her pain, so-- why not give her a choice about how to experience it? ... Although that probably implies she is, in fact, going to do rather a lot.]

[She breathes out something like a sigh.]

Alright. And... I'm sorry.

[The 'this is going to hurt like heck' is implied, and she's perfectly willing to let Samantha hang onto her hand if necessary. (Hopefully it won't result in any broken bones of her own.]

Here we go.

[And there they go indeed; that's the last warning before she starts with the magic.]

[Truthfully, she isn't certain whether to be more concerned or less - but at least Samantha seems to be faring well. Better than expected, if Naminé is honest. (She is.) The nails pressing into her skin is a small, acceptable discomfort.]

You're doing great.

[And she does continue, doing Samantha the favor of not pausing and thereby prolonging things - though of course she's keeping an eye out for any sign she should stop.]

[Naminé sighs a bit more than that, and when she relaxes into the less difficult work it's with some suggestion of tiring. Still, she manages a smile.]

... I'm not sure I disagree with you, but-- maybe it's better not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

[Naminé's hands hover as if in promise of support if it looks like she needs it. Samantha seems to manage well enough on her own, however, and the other girl lets them fall.] I'll... um. Try not to, then.

[Sitting back in her place, she recovers her smile.] Well, not entirely. You took care of some things earlier too, you know.

Mm-- details.

[She pauses, considering the other girl a moment or two, as if seriously thinking about suggesting she not do too much moving on her own power even if she has been healed, but-- in the end, she shakes her head slightly to banish her thoughts and says instead,]

You're right. I think we've done as much as we can here, for now.

I know. [It's quiet, though - because truthfully, if not for Samantha, she'd be pushing herself much further than she ought to. It has just become her way.]

... Yes, I suppose that would be for the best. I've still got bullets, though, just in case.

Good. Let's just... hope there aren't too many of those pixies. Trying to hit them is a huge pain.

[And maybe she had some inkling of how intentional it was; she was, after all, a clever girl. In any case,]

Do you, um-- are you comfortable walking? On your own, I mean?

[Because it's not like she can't be used as a crutch.]

[Naminé looks back, the picture of genuine though quiet concern.]

I wouldn't mind, if that makes things easier for you...!

[Shame on you, Samantha.]

[Naminé is a light girl, herself, and small to boot, so she's better off at least that Samantha doesn't seem to need too much support. (If any.)]

Of course. I like to think it is any other day, too.

[She's lucky Naminé's not the type to accuse.]

[She's more than a little relieved that things have been turning out relatively well so far, but that doesn't mean she's off her guard.]

[Exaggeration, indeed - which is probably why there's that huff of an almost-laugh as she turns to glance at her friend.] Get into even more trouble than you already do? [And it's clearly a joke, because she's not quite as quick as she perhaps ought to be to take such a compliment seriously.]

You probably would.

[That part is still full of amusement, but after a moment she begins to ease her way back into a less joking tone.]

But you've already got your own conscience. I guess it just... could use a little backup, sometimes. And-- I'd also miss you. If you weren't here, I probably wouldn't get out as much, either.

I don't think it's that impressive. [But there's a sunny little smile all the same, just to prove Samantha's point.] ... But-- yeah. I think I like that plan, if you do. And I'll just keep patching you up after you do the heavy lifting.