[ That's one (blunt, frank) way to put it, and that's going to be the lesson, isn't it? Pick yourself up, and get the fuck moving.

She might start swearing more here. As a treat.

Her smile is rueful. ] Indeed.

[ the conversation feels like it's reaching an end, and yet... And yet. ] I might come to you. In Forces. [ She glances at her notes. ]

I know that I would probably fit in Research just well, but I've gotten accustomed to aiming myself at fearsome foes more often than not in recent years' recollection.

[ A pause, then a sheepish shrug, ] What would be the point in brewing all those healing potions if I keep them in a lab instead of shoving them into someone's hand [ Or mouth, if they're passed out. ]