"Really, Pinkie, I'm alr--" and then there was a cookie in her mouth. She stumbled back off-balance, plopping onto the pillow behind her as Pinkie continued setting up. She took a moment to glance down at her leg; it still didn't hurt all that much but the bandages seemed a little more red than last she looked.

Welp.

Frank was sitting in a pile of blankets, much calmer than when they'd originally found him. Liz reached over to pet the bunny's soft fur, coaxing him a little closer to sit on her lap if he wanted.