Hearing Xariy's name, Serr smirked. It certainly seemed as though Eziya had a knack for attracting thieves. "I think she'd make a good friend. I did have a talk with Kauff, but it ended with us more like accomplices. But you're right. We've been able to find the good in everything we've done. This won't be any different."
His shoulders now far looser than they had been minutes before, Serr felt confident in his words and the future he could imagine for them, even if the thought of getting there still made his stomach drop.
"I'm glad," he said simply. "That's it. But really, if you need someone to help at the clinic, I could try." It might end in disaster, but he would give it a shot.
OpticPeach