[ guilt hits her like a pile of bricks. or maybe that's just the pounding in her skull. she's rattled. the moment he's backed up, the fire flickers out of existence, leaving only the scent of its heat behind. she pushes herself to her feet. her world feels off-kilter but the hum of adrenaline turns it into a distant concern. right now is about wrench. ]

It's not your fault. [ she starts, though whatever gentleness existed in her prior to his lashing out has fled, leaving behind only an unignorable firmness. ] You're corrupted, Wrench. You'll lose yourself if you don't get it sorted and I won't let that happen. Even if I have to use a Moon Drop on you.

[ She has a few left from last year and this is a good reason to use one. They cleanse a person of Beasthood and corruption but often result in brief hallucinations and may feel Moon Presence inside their head. ]