[ Dorothy very willingly takes the baseball, staring at the bottles and working on her balance to try for a pitch.

... It clips the side of a bottle but the bottle does not so much as wobble. ]

Oh, I've been about as well as can be expected. Several of my friends died, another was almost executed, you nearly died, and the rest feels like some manner of fever dream because Rufus has only ever done something helpful without charging me once.

And Ange has been staying as strong as she can, but I can tell she's at her limit.