[Letting Diva have her fun at the party was -- well, it shows in Conrad's expression as he walks the streets in some mocking imitation of a patrol --]
[Diva. It's instant and instinctive, stronger even than it was, or used to be, with Yuuri. He's running before he can think it, guided by whatever bond connects them, feeling it thicken as he nears her. Just ahead, he somehow knows...]
[The first thing he sees is the blood on her hands. Recalling that she can't be hurt is a second late in coming, and in that span he's made his way to her side and seen the true source of it. embarrassing and shameful is his relief that it's not hers, even when an innocent boy lies dying before him.]
[He kneels, covering Diva's hand to increase the pressure.] He won't last. [another instinct, this one older, has him calm even though his thoughts are frantic. Diva wants to save this boy -- he must be saved.] We need a healer.