May couldn't help the pang of sympathy and shock as Tara said her magic was gone. Magic, she knew nothing about, but losing a power, a part of you - it left an empty, hollow place nothing else could fill, that you only knew you had once it had been emptied out. She'd only lost her powers for a month, and a lifetime's worth of things had happened since then, but time didn't diminish the memory of how it felt.

But Tara was in no shape to go on some wild goose chase, and if getting her powers back entailed anything as painful as the way May got hers back...

"Not sure where 'there' is?" May echoed as she let the blonde lean on her, supporting her easily. "Tara, you can't even stand as it is, and I am this close to picking you up and carrying you." It wasn't an idle threat, either.

Any further protest from Tara was cut off by a familiar voice. "Molly! You're back!" May was genuinely delighted to see the redhead, not trying to deflect any questions or even considering that the chiding was partly directed at her. If Molly couldn't figure out a solution, she of all people could probably convince Tara not to get herself killed.