It's over. Just like that, it's over. Credence nods, and his throat still feels dry and scratchy, but at least his heart isn't majorly hammering in his chest again.

That wasn't so bad, he realizes. Rory won't tell anyone. He hopes he won't, either, and if he does... Maybe it would be alright, just this once, to tell Mr. Graves. But the other seems sincere and warm in a way that Credence only associates with the village, and he trusts him for the time being.

"My head hurts a little bit, but I don't think that's the lightning, sir--uh. Mr. Rory."