Today, finally, Beka felt better. Her ribs still hurt like hell when her bag smacked into them, but she wasn't going to see Wilson unless she had to. They weren't broken, and as long as any playtime for the next week didn't get too rough, she'd be fine.

She saw Phoebe talking to Angelus, and went to sit by them. Time to face the music, all the way around. Now that she'd talked things out with Bel, she knew Phoebe was going to need her too.