It'll take Methos a few swings to chip off the engraved letters, and the blow that does it sends a crack running through the length of the stone. When that happens there's no explosion, no sudden change...but there is the feeling of relief, like a little bit of pressure has been taken off. There's no longer a draw to crawl into that particular oven and die there. The other ovens are still calling, though.

"You...you came to save me?" Bryn locks eyes with Beau and doesn't look away or past her now. It's a little awkwardly intense, actually. His hands latch onto her arms, holding on like he's afraid she'll disappear.

"I--when I run out--it's all going to end, I have to--I have to--"

He finally tears his gaze away, looking wildly at the ovens. "The last loaf..." he says in a daze.