Pip returned home, tripping through the front door as her legs tried to give out under her. She was shaking now, shaking and shivering and maybe this is just what bodies did, in the aftermath of a night like that, destroyed by the adrenaline that had kept them going when they most needed to.
But there was no more doing. No more going.
Pip fell across her bed, too weak to even get her head to the pillows. Here would do, here was comfortable and safe and still.
The plan was over, for now. On pause.
There wasn’t anything more Pip could do.