The cold sweat lingers between Bethany and her pajamas, the slightly sweet smell of the bed and room replaced with a slight sour smell that comes from a heavy 5-mile run.

Still shaking and coming to terms with not being in the woods with wolves, but in the room and safe, Bethany ignores Jean's question.

Jean calls her name twice, once a bit louder and then again in an almost drill sergeant-esque tone.

B? B?!!

The second louder calling of her name snaps Bethany out of it and she immediately steps up and across the room to Jean where she holds her tight in a strong hug around Jean's whole body.

Oh god, oh jesus... just...just hold me, stupid.