( For long moments there is just the sound of rain against wood; despite her ridiculous comments before, Red evidently has found herself some shelter, and so that clatter and the slow draw of her breath are all the crystal picks up for a moment. )

Oh-kay. ( The o is slow and drawn out. ) I'm glad your friend is-- ( "okay" might be pushing it. ) I'm glad he's not dying. That's really good.

( Her months here have involved some reading, but probably not enough. She has, however, grasped what the taint means. Darkspawn. Other stuff. )

Sounds like a win. Small one, at least. I mean, making sure their minds are their own again and everything? That's definitely a win.

( But she frowns, and maybe it's audible in her voice. )

And how are you holding up?