Beau presses her cup to her forehead in a futile attempt to sober up. The Jem who's the charming leader of Prescott and the Jem who's Dutch's cute pseudo-brother still feel like two different people to her, and she can't be saying something stupid to either of them.

"I can't tell the heroic invalid to leave." Like that. Dammit. Beau peers at him from under her cup. "What do you have?"