Esme lands on top of a gravestone with a sickening crunch and passes out. Her wings have gone out, but they're charred and full of holes, and bent at weird angles.
Esme grabs her knife and starts ripping up the hem of her dress, making it shorter so it's easier to walk in. Her feet are bare. She's focused on that and not Kat.
Esme: Well...since one of them just pulled me through a portal into gods-knows-where...and burned the shit out of my wings-which he did NOT tell me he was gonna do...I'd say I have quite a bit making me anti-demon right now...