"What's a pinkie?"

Versi blinked a little puzzled, but nodded at Smile's words: the young Abyssal knew more about Black Hand's power than she did. Best not to take chances. She chuckled a little at the request, placing a hand back towards her earlier wound. "I don't think I could kill you anyway. You're good at fighting, damn it." There's no malice in the young Lunar's tone. It'd been a fair fight, barring the lack of armor thing. Grinning, Versi nodded a second time. "But all right. I promise, if we have to fight, I'll pretend too."

The little Lunar's smile faded a little. Her gaze grew distant, thinking back towards the camp, Skycutter... and Braga.Her mind wheeled through the other members of their party, smiling, friendly and dedicated to the service of Lookshy. Versi's eyes started to drip, the young chosen gently crying, her breath harsh. She tried to grin, just as Smile had a little time before. "I don't have a lot of friends. I.. don't know you that well, but I'd still hate it if you died."