You think?

[He looks down at Eostre's prone form in his arms, then reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a revive. He slips it into her tiny mouth beneath the natural collar that covers her face.]

It was difficult at first, but I expected that from what you told me.

[Eostre stirs. She opens her eyes, sees Ford looking down at her, and reaches up to weakly bap his chin with one tiny hand. Where were you out there, you fucker, she got roasted. But it's fond, and he can tell it's fond, and that's fine.]

Hey there. You did pretty good, huh? Feeling better?

[She baps his chin again and nods. He sets her down on the ground and she wobbles a little before she finds her footing. Time to brush off her weird little puffy shorts and shake out her leaf hair. It's fine.

And then she looks over at Baldur where he's cavorting so joyously and her shoulders square up a little. She starts to walk over to him, very deliberately. Ford watches her with just a hint of trepidation. That was fun and he doesn't want it ruined because Eostre doesn't like losing.]