[She doesn't really know what's happening as Yasha gets her bearings, as Molly stirs without injury. Her breaths are coming like her body has more injury, but her brain is catching up like she just woke up from a dream where she was killed. Not real, now that you're back in yourself. But what's to say what wasn't real, especially in a place like this?

Yasha's leaving like it was. Real enough for her to fuck up that.

Beau lies there until Molly comes over, takes his hand with only a moment's hesitation.]

Well, now we've learned fighting each other's a shitty idea because someone's absolutely gonna die. That's progress.