"Next time, I'm going to beat you."

Bold words from the woman who's ruffling her hair to try and stop it from dripping down her back.

"I'll...I don't know, cast Haste on myself or something. Revel in your victory, for it will not be forever."

But they're both smiling, and that's the entire point of this. No thoughts about myriad scars or staying or going - just existing in the present moment.