[another nod, nearly a sigh of relief-- she didn't think Shelke would fight her over this or anything but it...might be a weird thing, it feels like it should be a weird thing?]
It's on me. [she holds up a hand as if expecting a retort--] This isn't pity. We owe you, that's all.
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It's on me. [she holds up a hand as if expecting a retort--] This isn't pity. We owe you, that's all.