Coral * Whoa!! —Bonedemon— We're under attack!! Ahhaah-- The fire flies no flag and knows no colours! AHAHAHAHAA!!! Coral * Helen!! We need to tell Mercy we're--! —Helen— NOPE!! Not taking our chances--! —Helen— GNGH! Coral * AGHH!! —Helen— OW! —Helen— Hey Coral, are you...? Coral * Aaaa-- aagggh--! * Fffffffuck! Fuck! Aughh...! —Helen— ...Alright. —Helen— Come on, get your face outta the dirt... Coral * Ow, ow ow ow, God... * God... —Helen— Where's it hurt? Coral * It's-- ugh-- my chest, I think? On the side? * Like a stabbing... kind of... fffuck. —Helen— Yeah, something's definitely broken. Probably a rib or three. Let's get you a potion. Coral * Thanks... —Helen— Alright, shirt off. Coral * Shirt--? Oh, no no no!! —Helen— Coral-- Coral * On, on second thoughts-- I'll just walk it off! It's fine! —Helen— Like heck it is. You were just crying out like your dog died. No offense. Coral * Please, I mean-- we should be conserving our resources, and, I can still... —Helen— So if we put that armor back on, you could still do your tough guy act? Even with the pain you're in now? Coral * I... I'm sure I could just... —Helen— Come on, ya doofus... —Helen— ...Better? I promise I won't look. Coral * Ah...! * Okay... Coral * ...Um, thank you. * Okay, ready...