"What a night!" Taz exclaimed, once the last of the bugs had fallen. "Thank you, thank you everybody," she said, having lost track in the hubbub of who did what to which bugs. The important thing was that they'd all jumped in to help each other. No one had run away to save their own skin, and instead they had succeeded in vanquishing at least one troupe of insane insects from harrying the town.
Belathor prayed over her, and she watched in quiet awe as her wounds healed.
"Goodness," she breathed. "My thanks, Father."
She had just looked up to say something to Auras, who seemed upset and intent on leaving, when the door burst open and Darney was there. Taz pulled herself to her feet, brushing away the remains of blood and bug bits, and was caught off guard by Arphaxad's comment. She snickered, at first, and put a hand to her mouth to stop herself. This wasn't a laughing matter! But it struck her just so, and the snicker ballooned into a chuckle, and the chuckle forced its way into a laugh.
"Don't ever change, Arphaxad," she told him, reaching out to put a hand to his shoulder. Smiling now and feeling better in spite of what'd happened, she looked to Darney.
"I can see why everyone walks around armed, now. You don't have any idea where these bugs are coming from? I've never seen any like them!"