Molly helps getting Jester on her feet, red eyes focused on her rather than his own killer, that bastard still taunting them. The way Lorenzo speaks about Yasha makes him bite his lip to not spit infernal in the illusion's face, disgusted and angry. He knows she's okay. He knows she's alive, she got out, they saved her.

He didn't know how the man had hurt her, and it's so fucking bitter to hear. That he wasn't there to help her.

The way Jester's grip tightens makes him snap out of the rage that was building, and he quickly squeezes a little back and starts to move, trying to lead her. Trying to snap her out of it.

"Yasha's fine. He can't hurt her, he's dead. He can't hurt you, Jester. He's gone, this is just some bullshit challenge."