Chelsea nodded. She kind of understood the last part about flesh healing, but not fine china. She looked down at her legs for a moment, then patted Molly's hand. "That's fine Molly, we'll wait it out. Here, take a drink. It'll help." She pushed a ginger ale with a straw over towards her. "Sometimes it takes a while for the old wounds to heal. But it's hard, I know. We'll hang out here for a while, then when you're up to it, we'll figure out where we're going from there." She picked up her right leg and crossed it over the left, then motioned to Lisa to sit down.