Elliot will return the kiss with another in his cheek. Rachel will briefly bury her face in his chest as he holds her close. Both of them will help one another properly get to their feet without doing anymore damage to existing injuries.

The Spade starts to follow after Edgar as he moves to the kitchen, but Rachel stops him by catching at his hand, guiding him more properly to the couch. The worried tension that still lingers around the corners of her eyes, the gentle way in which she treats the fair-haired young man, makes it clear which of them took the brunt of things tonight.

"No," Rachel says with a shake of her head, "I need to clean and bandage some things better, but I think it's all right. Not all of it's mine."

She touches the small of his back as she moves into the little kitchen as well, seeks out towels and a bowl to fill with water.

"You're keeping our extra clothes in the bathroom still, right?"