Harper winced as she watched Giles slip and slide to the floor, visibly shocked and panicked. Giles had apparently taken things pretty hard, considering that he was stuttering and stammering through questions and confusions. That combined with the memories that still didn't quite fit together and way more blank spots than she was comfortable with... Harper sighed and scooched her way over to Giles, settling up against him with a weak hug. Having him there gave her better things to focus on than the mess in her head. "Honestly? I don't know. Things are still pretty jumbled and I kinda..." She winced and shivered hard. "I guess rumors of my death were uh... exaggerated, I guess. And apparently someone whammied me, that's fun... But I'm here, at least." Harper wasn't sure what she should say to comfort Giles. What could she say, really? "Uh... sorry for disappearing on you, I normally leave a note, but I um... couldn't find any paper or a pen and uh... at least I'm not telling you I'm pregnant?" she trailed off lamely. Great job, very funny, tension diffused. Five out of ten thousand. She let go of him and focused for a moment before shifting to the same blonde form she'd used on her first day on this godforsaken mission. Which was a mistake, given that she now felt like someone had scrubbed her brain with sand and had to resist scrambling for the toilet again. Tamping down that urge, she flopped back against Giles. Sweaty, exhausted, wearing clothes that were way too loose for her now, and too tired to explain to the ex she was cuddling with why she hadn't contacted him at all for months. Smooth, Harper, smooth.