Taizee wasn't excactly to the point of crying, as tears were welling up in her eyes, only to be fought back and stopped from streaming down her face, just as every involuntary sob trying to force themselves out of her body was as well. Of course, she still needed to rub her eyes to wipe away some excess tears as Quigo quickly stopped her dead in her tracks to go out on a little solo adventure in the search of pure water. Looking at the man who seemed geniunely sympathetic to her, with Lang by his side, mirroring the sentiment of the monk, the sniffeling mermaid started to calm down, shakily asking, "R-really? S-so I-i will be fine? T-thank you, a-and s-sorry about g-getting worked up over nothing t-then!", before giving them both a releived little smile.<br/><br/>Still, Taizee wad done with breakfast now, and would again excuse herself and retreat to her bedroom to wash up, before instead setting about tinkering with and reforging her damaged chainmail.