[Mami's still walking a little slow -- some of the bad bruises are covered, too -- but she's been worse. Perhaps matching a line of thought similar to Sanae's, she isn't showing how they hurt. A stiff upper lip and the like. She walks, before she glances sideways at Sanae.]

[She catches the forced smile; she catches the hesitation, too. She answers the question first.]

They're resting. They... were all hurt. Some worse than others. It will take them some time. I fought the god directly.

[She hesitates, too, then. Then, she asks:]

What about you, Sanae? Are you okay, after all of that?