Overwhelmed is an understatement! She's on a hair trigger of panicked reactions as she's trying to figure out what to do next. He messed it all up, he ruined every bit of it, and now he was sitting here with her. Ugh ugh ugh! She waits a moment to see if he reacts, then she just throws her longbow against him. Shield or not, she rummages in a pocket to pull out a cell phone. Not just any phone, a flip phone.

Five has a fucking Nokia-tier flip phone. 1990 called and confirmed: It's still functional now, even after 30 years.

All at once she's typing rapidly, sending a text to someone. She's gripping it hard, bringing it closer to her eyes and squinting like that'll help this not be terrible.

Way off at the edge of the garden, a butterfly lands on the looming meditating monster.