Margaret sighs and sadly, gently rubs Ariues' arm. "It was worth a shot." Then she turns and puts her hand on Book-worm's shoulder. "Thank you," she whispers, then goes into town. She gets the supplies, when a voice calls to her. "Ah, still wearing that damageable skin I see," it rasps. "What dreadful name are you calling yourself? Abigail? Samantha?" 
"My name is Margaret," she answers. "And I have no need of you."