She nods numbly, and they end up sitting without Tara even recalling how they got to the bench in the park, Macha laying by their feet, staring up at them both with worried eyes.

"I guess I made it just in time, right?" Her voice cracks on the last word, her brows furrowing together as she tries to figure out what the hell to say or do. What to even think, if there is anything at all that's left to think.

What the hell does she do now?