Molly lets out a breath of a laugh, though the way it catches in her throat means it doesn't sound much like one at all. Talking about it is far from pleasant, but it's all-encompassing, impossible to get away from. Even if she couldn't feel it all physically, the pain in her face and head and radiating through the rest of her where shots from nails are bandaged up, it floods through her head like an annoyingly catchy song on the radio, one she tries her damndest to keep at bay but that inevitably winds up looping over and over again.

"What else is there to talk about?" she asks, a tired sort of amusement in her voice, even as she curls against him. No matter how much she hurts, it's the closest she's felt to safe all night. "I don't... Everything else feels so far away now."