Raleigh takes a deep breath, and she's ignoring the pain in her leg the best she can as she does what he says. Sure, it's scary, and she knows it, but she pulls in a breath, then lets it out.

Relaxing, though - even as she counts back from ten, her voice soft to her own ears... it happens more. The bright parts - shifting and small, they fade even more, because what's been happening while she's sleeping, while she's zoned out, while she's not actively wondering how things have changed... that's when what makes her who she is has been being pulled from her.

She gets to seven before he shoves back the table, before the candles roll off the table with a splash of wax, and Raleigh scrambles up to her feet even though that's a horrible idea given her leg. "What!? What is wrong with you?" She's angry and scared and it hurts, but her mind immediately jumps to the uncharitable. "Look, if you can't do it, you can't, and maybe I'll just find somebody else who actually cares."

Later, she'll remember this. Later, she'll remember this and thank Joel for figuring out what's the matter, for putting her back. She'll also apologize.

But right now? Nope. She's just mad and self-righteous.