Shouldn't she feel better after ripping pain back from him? Bonnie doubles down, holding onto him with her mind even after he's crumpled and keening in pain. She waits another moment for whatever it is inside her to subside.

Bonnie growls, visceral and rabid, as she allows his blood vessels to heal and stay healed. Her anger has boiled over, and she feels no real relief from its dissipation. If anything, it simply creates a vacuum where shame and fear rush in to take up the vacated space. Bonnie knows this is her fault.

The ancestors told you there'd be a price, girl. And you did it anyway.

Silent and still, Bonnie has no words. Which ones would be sufficient to concede defeat to a pocket dimension, anyway?