There's a tinge of redness as the heat rises in Rita's face.

"I don't know if... I mean, I wouldn't put it like that..." she mutters, trying to think of how the hell she'd even approach Ignatius just to say some dumb feel-good crap like that. But she does feel like she ought to say something after he got himself poisoned just to free her from the Mother of Invention's control...

"...Hmph. Maybe I'll go look for him after I'm done here. No promises, though."