Molly grins a little, and her eyes light up pink. "No problem," she says.

And proceeds to pick up Bunny with Jack draped over top of him. With no apparent effort required. She may take the opportunity to press her face into an un-injured patch of fur on Bunny's side, just for a second. He's okay. Thank goodness.

Then she turns her grin up at the yetis. "Where should I put him?"