"That," Ari said, a bit taken aback now that she saw the glittering pile her friends were referring to, "is gil. Apparently, that thing was good for something after all. And never mind," she said, waving off the apology. "It worked out all right. Why don't you sit down? You're white as a -- well, ghost is a bit of a dirty word at the moment -- as a sheet."
It was Aud. They did stupid things together. That was just the way it had always been. Besides, there had been alcohol involved.
She sighed, looking around the room, before saying, "Merri, I'm pretty sure it will be fine, but I'll heal you too, if you like. Actually, that offer goes for anyone bleeding out on the floor. And then, maybe we should all just agree to forget all about this." Somehow, the idea of explaining to someone who hadn't been there that they'd taken up offensive maneuvers against a foot-tall doll with a knife seemed as though they would, at best, get accused of overindulging in absinthe or something of the sort.