(She's touched over Lup's obvious concern, the way her laughter dies immediately the moment Lucretia starts coughing; she tucks her arm back around Lup's waist as they start to walk again, slowly making their way south along the broken, dry ground. The laughter is just true to their brand at this point. Lucretia privately thinks that without Lup around, she would worry so much more than she actually does. But, speaking of:)

You know I'm fine, right, (she says, and gives Lup a little squeeze around the waist. She may be wheezy, but she's no cycle forty-seven Lucretia. She's made of sterner stuff, now.) Don't fret so much! You saved me.

(Lup bringing up this particularly dismal death makes her snort.) Hey, hey– my shit's important, okay? Nobody else is going to do all this hard work.