Ginny didn't wait for Damon to finish laughing. She hooked her arm firmly through Leela’s and marched her right back into the house, leaving the men to deal with the aftermath of Briar's explosive digestion.
She led Leela into the kitchen, which was still blessedly warm and smelled faintly of the strawberries Ginny had been aggressively chopping earlier. She guided the pale, shaking Elemental to one of the bar stools at the butcher-block island, practically pushing her down onto the seat.
"Sit," Ginny commanded, bustling straight over to the stove to turn the kettle on for some clear broth. "Don't move. Don't look at a raw egg. Don't even think about the word 'omelet'."
Leela slumped forward, resting her clammy forehead against the cool countertop. She let out a long, ragged breath that
