Sophie watches the blood drip off her sword, the warm steel cleaning itself back to its original unblemished state. She then presses her lips to the pommel, kissing it in a sign of thanks to her god Kord, before whirling the enormous blade around her head in a wide, carefully controlled circle, before finally sheathing it over her shoulder.<br/><br/>She then slowly approaches Quitxi, offering a hand to the rogue and shooting Sweetwater a quick smile.<br/><br/>"I couldn't help but notice that you were injured in this battle, comrade. Will you allow me to heal your wounds? I am grateful to have such allies in this scuffle as you two. We even have survivors."