Ryley and Val hover over the body of the injured wiseguy elf.

RYLEY:
> Oh, let's put him down, Val. Instead of dragging him to the tent, we'll take care of him right here. It can't be good for his head the way it keeps *bouncing* on the *ground*.

VAL:
> OK! I've got the bag! What do we need? The saw? The ballpeen hammer?

Baughb hovers into view.

RYLEY:
> Oh, hey! Hello, Baughb!

VAL:
> Hi, sweetie!

BAUGHB:
> Don't take this the wrong way, but what do you two think you're doing here?

VAL:
> We're your new medics!

RYLEY:
> We're tired of dancing in seedy Hollow-Wood dives, pretending to be faeries.

BAUGHB:
> I know. Faeries pretending to be elves pretending to be faeries.

RYLEY:
> Shh! You *know* there aren't any faeries anymore. Everybody knows *that*.

Baughb grimaces while the two girls try to minister to the injured elf.

RYLEY:
> Wrap that bandage around his head, Val. No, his *head*!

VAL:
> Well, it keeps slipping! How does this stuff work, anyway?

BAUGHB:
> I'm afraid you girls are going to have to make an unpleasant choice, one way or another. I figured you two would have already gone into hiding. I guess you haven't heard the rumor.

Ryley and Val keep working; it takes a moment before the bad news registers.

BAUGHB:
> Glynhial is back.

RYLEY:
> That's it. Now tape --

The faeries react; Val pulls out too much tape.

RYLEY:
> That -- that's not possible. Buh - buh - buh - Baughb *can't* be right.

VAL:
> Ruh - Ryley, I'm about to scream.

RYLEY:
> Me, too, Val.

VAL:
> You first or me?