Salvia's eyes went wide before she went uncharacteristically silent. She scrunched her lips and poked gently at the head of the separated bear on her lap. A bit of white fluff came out on her finger and she jerked it back nervously. But before she decided to break down completely she looked back at Marijuana. "Is Dylan filled with fluff?"
But, unfortunately, she knew the answer to that question. Dylan wasn't filled with stuffing. Dylan was filled with blood and whatever else was in a mortal body, and it was harder to put back in and sew back up than stuffing was into a teddy bear. She was already thinking of easy ways she could sew the bear back up for whoever it belonged to.
Her lip began to quiver. "I don't want Dylan to break," she said. "But I if I share, he'll break anyway, like Dave."