Beau's 'hup' is met by a "haaah!" of surprise, and now she has a man over her shoulder doing his best to cling there instead. "I can walk--" he starts to protest, his voice the clearest it's been so far--

And quite suddenly, everything changes. It's like coming out of a mental fog to bright clarity as the kitchen closes in tight around them, shrunk to a size much more reasonable for the business it supports. The windows are still boarded up and the air is still thick with the heat of the ovens and the smell of bread, blood, and sweat, but it no longer presses in on them with the fog of before. The pull to the ovens--just two of them now, and smaller--snaps like an overstretched elastic band just as Eda's stone drops and smashes on the floor.