"Lucky it didn't go any deeper. Could've hit something vital." Carol's soothing, motherly tone dripped into the Galway Archer's ears like honey. Sweet, slow and smooth enough to counter the sting of the surgical needle and thread going through her fresh wound in order to bring the skin back together. "How many guards did you fight?"
"Many." Brannigan replied, inclining her head forward in welcome to the ebony-skinned young woman who appeared in the door of her cell. Unarmed, to which Lenora was unaccustomed. Still, she understood the respect.
At first, nothing was said. Michonne had simply stepped into the curtained barrier and leaned against the bars casually. Nora had half expected a scolding, similar to the one Carol and Rick had dared to give her. But one lock of earth and water proved calming to their souls. Nora saw happiness in Michonne's eyes that her friend had survived. And behind the chocolate woman, a sunshine girl followed.
Andrea.
"What did you think you were doing, going after him like that without help?" The blonde inquired. Nora's eyes cast down. Michonne pushed herself in Andrea's fiery path.
"Don't." Was all that left her full lips. Andrea halted, shifting sights between both friends before she plopped herself against the wall of the cell. Michonne turned back to the Irish girl undergoing stitches and crossed the threshold to sit next to her.
"I just don't get it-"
"Y'weren't s'posed to." Lenora slurred out finally, her voice dripping with anger. Andrea's words stilled in her throat the moment Brannigan's eyes turned viciously upon her. "Learned my lesson. Leave it be, Blondie."
Andrea forced a long sigh from her lungs, coming to terms with dropping the repeated lecture. After a long pause, she found reason. "I'm happy you're okay." Another small pause after Nora nodded in response. "And... I'm sorry you had to share a car with Merle..."