[Fang pressed her cheek to Chariot's head, still holding tight, like she could keep that horrible guilt from getting back in.]

Sure, after we deal with what's hurtin' us in the first place. [She had no illusions for that: either she'd succeed and have her chance to heal, or there would be nothing to heal, after a one-way trip to oblivion.]

[She sighed, and gently nuzzled her hair.]

Sure felt like you're still weighed down with that self-inflicted penance. Probably heal faster without it.