She won't be alone. Fever drops to her knees to kneel beside her, waiting for this to be over. And when it's passed, Fever reaches for her back, steady and solid. Worried she is, it's written across her face, but she's going to let Ava catch her breath first. That looked not just unsettling, but viciously painful, and first things first, the woman needs reassurance.

On reflex, she looks her over, trying to gauge if she needs anything like water or to lie down.