Mifa grudgingly nodded. Both of them were acutely aware of just how very badly things went tonight, and how much worse it could have gone. She looked down and saw her bloody clothes. "Don't suppose we have time for me to run home and change, do we?"
"You can change without needing to go home," Ayana said. She tapped her head to remind her. "Mental image, remember?"
She nodded and closed her eyes, gathering what was left of her energy. When she opened her eyes again, she was wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a comfortable T-shirt. "Not the most professional," she said, "but I figured you would forgive me the desire for comfort this once."
Ayana smiled and nodded. "It's growing close to dawn. Are you alright to travel?" she asked.
Mifa looked to Ramon. "What do you say doc? Am I okay to travel?"
Ramon chuckled lightly, relieved that she seemed to be doing so well. "Yes, you can."
"Do I have to worry about tearing stitches or anything?"
