[ Hella scowls, folding her arms haughtily over her chest. She's still favoring one leg over the other, the break in the last stages of mending itself — she has bandages all over one side of her face and one arm, too, though she acts just the same as if the wounds weren't there. ]

Humph. You're way too forgiving, dumbass... you literally died because of them!

[ She flicks her eyes to the side at him briefly, still feeling strange about everyone coming back in such an abrupt and mysterious way. Perhaps fairly, her trust that everything will be fixed by the doctors' methods is low, after all they've suffered. ]

I won't forget a single thing we had to do. Not ever.

[ Maybe it'll all work out... but that won't take back all they endured. ]