You're safe. Lisa almost believes that. Really, really wants to, but then she also knows a sword magically appeared inside this very apartment the same way her other's earrings had. She shivers again. But then again, Elliott also now had a sword, if something dumb should indeed happen. It wasn't... ideal, but he just had to look threatening and no, Lisa, you can't ask your friend to look threatening because you're scared out of your mind-

She gasps without thinking, shaking her head hard. "Dammit, I n-need to stop spiraling. Go ahead. I'll keep for that long." It's rougher, but that seems as much to force herself to focus as anything. She takes a deep breath, slaps her cheeks lightly, and takes a long whiff of the fluffy wonder in front of her. For being the world's worst, they look and smell surprisingly edible, and her assessment of Elliott moves up another notch - not just blowing smoke to get her moving, then. Sure, it'd been pre-made, he'd said, but even that could still be burned.

When Elliott returns a moment later, Lisa's condition hasn't worsened - indeed, she's sitting up now, pillow set aside. Her hands are fisted in her lap, but it's progress. Something in her is distantly disappointed he sits on the floor, but most of her is relieved, even as she hates feeling it. She manages a ghost of a proper smile, finally. "Okay. Thank you. S-sorry."

...she's got to stop apologizing but she can't keep the words off her lips. What a mess.