Lennon blushes when Murphy checks her wounds. “I’m fine.” She winces when he gets to her side. Her head had begun to clot, but the side of her top is sticky with blood. She looks at Simon. “Simon, right? I think I’ll be okay for now. Thank you.” She shudders a little, an after effect of being encased in ice, her skin still ice cold. 

Carra nods. “I know a place for karaoke. You wanna do that? Or do you want to pawn some of the stuff we got?”

Zenith nods. “Then rest,” she sits down on the couch and gently brings him down with her. She hugs him carefully.