did anyone ever actually enjoy BOTDF?

Adrenaline beginning to wear off, Hen was beginning to ache. Beginning to feel the effects of the blood loss. Aching to the core, if she had to be honest. Don't make her be honest. She wasn't going to let either of them die. Not after they'd made it this far. Call it sunk cost fallacy, or whatever else you might need to. Henbane's shredded shoulder aches, her head, her chest. All of it, aching and spinning. She feels like she's about to be sick.

Grateful that there's nothing in her stomach to throw up, Henbane collapses into a heap beside Ghoul. She's in similarly rough condition, now that there's nothing in her system to shield her from it all. At his inquiry, she turns her head, catching sight of just how much of her coat has been stained with blood. Ow. "Never better. You?" At least her sense of humor was intact. A giggle that's quickly cut off by a pained whimper. Fuck.

"Least it's pretty out here." Her remark is quiet, but gruff. She'd pretend that she wasn't melting on the ground, hurting.

"Speech"