Miss Pendagrast -
AC: 17 - HP: 14/14 - Perception: +9

Amelie's relief is visible as Grey administers his healing touch.

"Thank you, Gareth, I never really appreciated how wonderful it is to breath easy. I owe you greatly."

Miss Pendagrast says this with a weight that says she will someday be prepared to repay the favor.
The mood turns much lighter after she receives the boots, the meat, and her dagger back. She tries them on and admires them, but decides to stash them in her pack so as to not ruin another pair of boots in this Gods forsaken swamp.

"Millie, these boots are the best! I will cherish them always!"

As they approach the sound of the fiddling, Miss Pendagrast is more than a little apprehensive, and reluctant to enter the muck of the swamp again.

"Be careful", she whispers to Cheyanne, and sits as non-confrontationally as she can, with her daggers hidden in sleeves.