"Not really," Beverly says, letting out an exhale that might have, under any other circumstances, have been a laugh. It's too watery and strangled for that, though, her throat thick. Even supporting Jamie as they walk onto the ship, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Peter is still distracted, she can't see herself as saving him. Someone else would have done this if she hadn't. He would have been fine. It's hard to imagine herself really having made that much difference, though it might just be easier not to go there. When she first woke up here, she hadn't wanted to be here at all. The idea of this going a very different way if she hadn't been...

It's as dizzying as all the blood, something she has to push aside for now.

"You're gonna be fine. You said yourself, it's just a hand."