Millicent was breathing heavily after the battle; one hand upon her side where she could feel warm crimson slip through her trembling fingers. She couldn't tear her gaze from the bodies at her feet, once her precious sisters, that she had fond memories of during their later years. Was it all a lie...? The very thought left her heartbroken. Millicent reached towards one of her sisters with her right prosthetic arm, but paused and turned as she heard footsteps of her approaching comrade.

"Oh, hello... Thank you for lending your hand." Her voice was still breathy, ragged with both pain and exertion. "Without your help, I could not have defeated that quartet. I feel as if I've been in your debt from beginning to end..." Millicent's shaky voice softened, smiling gently as she slowly limped towards the Tarnished; the one person she could trust in this cruel, unforgiving land.

She tried to ignore the pounding ache in her body, just for the moment, to be able to properly thank the Tarnished; who had accompanied her from the beginning of this harrowing quest, and her had saved her life more than just once.