Whatever strength Vanya had been holding onto slips away and she crumples onto the floor. It's no small blessing that the energy fades as quickly as she does, rain easing as the thunder already sounds fainter. Farther. But her heartbeat is still frantic, rabbit-quick, almost hurling itself against her rib cage to get free.

She can still feel, hear it in the way she's hearing more and more. If she thinks too hard she loses everything else, all of it fading away into the sound until she snaps back to here and to now — clammy and shaking and swimming in sweats far too large for her. His clothes. God.

"That was... I'm." She can't look away from her hands, loose and limp in her lap. "It was me."