Lance... [She had been quiet all throughout him speaking, permeating the silence that follows with his name, and her hand reaching out to his so that she can take it, thread her fingers through his.] I...will admit, that I have similar worries about what this disease may entail. But I also have faith that all of us here will pull through. Together.

[And she brings his hand in hers to rest at her lap, clasping her other hand over them, gazing intently at him with a soft look, brows creasing. Her sickness isn't getting any worse, not like what she's heard from the others, but her stubbornness in her feeling fine is to counter the fear that lays beneath the surface for her friends and fellow allies.

She understands fully where Lance is coming from. And honestly, though she doesn't know the context, there is a part of her that understands why he would yell at Keith. They've kind of always been at odds, even as friends.]

And...while you can be a bit much at times, right now, that isn't the case.

I promise you, I will get better. All of us here in the Circle...we aren't Struxta. We will pull through.

[And then, because it's gone unsaid, but she knows him well enough to piece together what lies beneath the surface of what he's saying...]

None of us are going to leave you behind, Lance.