*Once an initial faltering, stumbling step, Shiox pulls himself fully upright, holding tight to that warm hand keeping him anchored. His vision is a distorted mess, but it’s better. It’s better, with Varada holding tight.*
Really not... not much time left. *he murmurs, willing his legs to quit shaking, forcing his pace a little quicker as they make their way out of the storage room, back towards the alley.*