"We are." Voice surprisingly steady for someone feeling as lost in the wake as she is, but the company helps. Her hand doesn't stop moving. Long, gentle strokes. Slow. "We're gonna...just breathe, for awhile. Take it easy. Enjoy this."

Town's still here. They're still here. Pudding's lantern seems by all counts salvageable. There is, for possibly the first time in her life, no looming threat.

What a thing.

"I'm glad you're here. You know? I'm really--" something thick in her throat, cleared back, "I'm really glad you're here."