Rolf didn’t know how long Yam had sat slumped at the door, sobbing quietly, her venom gone, her anger spent. She didn’t know how long it had been since Aey’s throat-ripping screams had started. A minute? An hour? All she knew was that it had stopped.

Wait.

It had stopped? 

“Yam, yam yam yam!”

The Tabaxi raised her red-rimmed eyes.

“…what?”

“The screaming stopped!”

Her eyebrows shot up as a tentative knock sounded at the door.

“Hello? Could you let us out, please? There’s something you need to see.”

Yam slowly pushed herself to her feet, leaning on the door handle as she opened it like the ordeal had cost her years of her life. It might have.

But what she saw brought the vitality flooding back into her.

“Bread?”

The fox-crow who not so long ago had been on death’s doorstep- no, halfway through the door- was now nipping at the heels of Aey, who-

Rolf sucked in a breath. “Aey, what happened?”

The Tiefling’s head lolled up, and she swayed slightly, Ari slipping an arm around her shoulder to help her balance.

“Oh, hhey you guys,” she slurred, a trickle of blood striding down her cheek. “Don’ worry, it’s all… uh. Help me out here Ari, what’s the word?”

Ari shook her head, bewildered, as Yam scooped Bread up into her arms, cooing and stroking their head.

“Fine! Yes, fine, that’s the word. It’s all fine. I did it. Fixed it. No, that’s the wrong word too.” Her eyebrows furrowed, and was it not for the blood, she could have been drunk. “I dunno. The important thing is that whatever I did, I did it! Oh, yeah, wait… what’d I do?”

She shrugged, and a chip of one of her horns clattered to the ground. “Ah, whatever.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she promptly passed out.