[Yuuri. Conrad knows he's on the way long before he appears, and even still once he hears that voice he can't breathe for a long moment. When he finally exhales it's slow, with forced steadiness so as not to jostle -- Diva.]
I'm -- fine, Yuuri. [In case you think the blood on his clothing and skin is an indication otherwise. Or in case the deep sadness in his voice and eyes alarms you.]
[Conrad glances up at Yuuri, the one thing in the dome that could make him look away from what's left of Diva. It feels strange to not be able to smile while doing so.]