She gave a nod and then a wave of her hand as best she could. "I'm not going to be sick," Roxy said quietly. "I'll look at it later. I trust you." Her hand flopped against Eggsy's knee as she looked up at him and exhaled.
"I'll say it is. I thought it had just been a dream, too." She spit her words out to try to fit more in per breath. Whatever had caused her to knock the wind from her sails, however, seemed to be lessening as she found her ground. Now it was more the pain that held her back than the burning in her lungs from being thrown in the blast.
"I remember--wait, he's dead? What about the girl? Is that why we're here? Why we're back?"