"...Possibly quite literally."

Jenn chuckles at her own words.

She quirks an eyebrow, while Bina mutters 'not funny.'

"I'll leave you to the hopefully not dying, then," she says, and starts her search.

Jenn sobers at little at Bina's words. "I'm gonna be okay, Bina," she says. "Although I was worried earlier that I'd go out as anti-climactically as my previous iterations."

She appears to be sniffling a bit.

"-Hey. Hey. Damnit- Bina, c'mere, let me hug you."

"Gotta keep pressure on it..." she mutters, but does look like someone who really needs a hug.

"No see, if you come around here, you can pull against the wound rather than push. You can still keep pressure up."

She leans in, kind of awkwardly rearranging herself to still keep a continual pressure.

Jenn hugs her. "Are you okay? Things get...hazy. After that thing hit me."

"It didn't catch us. Elizabeth got me out then distracted it, so I could go back to you. She got it away then came back. Then we traveled - here."

"I'm glad you're okay. Makes this worth it."

"You're - really badly hurt, that's not - "

Jenn hugs her tighter. "I'm alive. And you and Elizabeth are gonna get me stitched up and I'll be fine."

"You're not allowed to die."

Jenn's quiet for a moment, and then kisses Bina's hair. "I'll do my best not to."

She blushes, not that it's super visible. "You better," she grumbles.

"I promise." Those aren't words she uses lightly.

Nod. (She believes her.)

Well. In the meantime. "I think I might've met our antagonist."

"...The botfly?"

"I mean. Not in that form. But..."

And Jenn starts to explain her dream.

Awkward squeeze. "That sounds horrible. You - weren't having any weird dreams before?"

"No. Not really. Not that I've slept much..."

"Ugh. I hate these - cryptic mysteries."

"You and me both," Jenn agrees tiredly.