Siri was less than pleased at Hikari's report on the goblin attack. Goblin activity was bad enough as-is, without them making overt attacks and launching fireworks at people to spook their horses. Worse still, it wasn't like they had a particularly powerful and ready-to-go militia to head out and stamp out the problem. Siri would have to figure out a way to fix this issue . . but first there was the matter of her little friend. With an eyebrow raised, she reached forward with that same finger the girl had so lovingly sucked earlier, to poke her square on the nose.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm not trying to jump your bones, pretty girl. You're absolutely soaked from the storm. You need to get out of those clothes, dry off, and wrap yourself in a blanket for a while else you'll get yourself sick. If the goblins are getting this active, then even a single able body being unable to defend the town is dangerous. I may not be a cleric, but I am a healer, remember?"</strong>