Wanda sits at the table. She watches Jillian, who is slumped over and hanging her head down. The formerly bare table now holds a teapot, a plate of sushi, and a bowl in addition to the eyebook. The eyebook and rations all have a minor sparkling effect surrounding them.
Wanda Firebaugh: I know.
In some ways, your wounds have healed.
Jillian Zamussels: Oohooooooo...
Wanda Firebaugh: In other ways, you're only just feeling them now.