Mari didn't answer about who "she" was. She simply waited for Dumas to realize she wasn't talking about someone else. It felt easier for her to separate herself from her other half, which, from what little she knew, was definitely not her better half. It was frustrating, but there wasn't much she could do about it.<br/><br/>"No, I haven't", she replied, with a sigh. "Took care of it here. It's clean, made a nice bandage to cover it and all. And I can't simply go somewhere and say 'Look, I have this huge injury, but I have no idea how I got it, where I got it, and what caused it'. I think I'll just deal with the pain."<br/><br/>She could tell Dumas wasn't happy with the situation. Neither was she, but it was still better than going to a doctor and having them look at her like she was crazy. Even though she feared she might be.<br/><br/>"Thanks, I'll be sure to find you whenever I'm grumpy, then", she replied, in a lighter mood. It didn't take much for Mari to lighten up, even in the worst moments. When Dumas said he had something for her, Mari's eyes grew wider in surprise. "Something for me? Oh, Dum. Whatever it is, thank you. What is it?". She looked like a curious child as she looked at him, waiting to see what he had for her.