Something quiet and brittle comes and goes. Little to do with the infirmary itself, but present, a spectre of a thought that weighs on her and is summarily dismissed as she follows his appraisal of the space.

"I can do them."

Reassurance, without hesitation.

"Whatever comes, we can meet it together. I wouldn't abandon you to something you couldn't manage."

They are, at this point, something of a partnership anyway. Who else is there?

"But if one of us doesn't put ourselves forward for it, or seek out someone else we'd rather have directing the happenings here, we could regret it."

Derrica has seen that happen before as well. She has not forgotten Brother Gideon.