Thanor makes his way over the the returning druid. Ye have my thanks, Morika. I might've been breathing that swamp-water if ye didn't dive in after me. He meets her gaze to show his sincerity as he continues, I'll not be fergettin' that, rest assured.
Well past his quota of personal connection for the day, he turns abruptly and continues to scrape mud off his armor. Are we ready to be headin' out? Or should we be preparin' for the insect to bring back his friends?