Cora's going to be fine. Fiona made sure of that. She's dozing peacefully on the table, Lydia smoothing her hair back from her forehead and not thinking about that final bang! that she just heard. She's going to pretend she doesn't know what it was, pretend that she doesn't know far more about death than she ever wanted to know.

Fiona looks up at puppy Peter and nods. "Take Cora upstairs to her room so she can sleep it off. I'll work on him here." She then turns and looks to the wolf, concerned. "Whatever you do? Don't shift. Not until I get the bullet and the wolfsbane out."

Nadia takes the gun from him gently, placing it on the ground gently, before taking another step closer to him. "It's okay. You're okay. Everyone's fine." Except for Ray, of course.