"Hey, c'mon... you know we care for you."

Ragatha smiled and extended a mitten like hand towards you, offering a hug that she knew you more than likely needed. Or at least wanted.

"All of us do... even that son of a [$#@%^]."

She chimed, pulling away as she glanced in Jax's direction. It wasn't often you heard Ragatha's sweet, innocent self swear, but more often than not, she meant it when she did.

"Now, c'mon... Caine's waiting for us."

Being stuck in a physco circus like this one was rough. It's a miracle you even survived. But you did - all thanks to Ragatha.

It's almost surprising how long it took you to thank her, but you finally did, and sweet, holy mother of robo-jesus, did it feel nice.