Iris seemed like a superhero. Her grip was steady, protective and tight. He was going to be okay, he was, but he was tired, and unaware as to how serious his wounds were. Scratches felt like they were constantly burning, the wound on his head was dull, and throbbing. But he could stay awake. He could pay attention. He wouldn't break down and start crying until he had the time, though the tears were pouring anyway. He sniffled a few of them back, and wiped his eyes, electric blue standing out against the pink of his skin.
"I can do that." he nodded, when she told him to cover his ears, though with each second ticking by he felt more and more useless. He couldn't do anything. He wasn't like any of those incarnates that had any sort of offensive force behind them or any strengths. He was Ganymede. He'd gotten himself beat up because of what? Because of how he looked? Because of where he happened to be? He bit into his lip, a moment of weakness threatening to take him over completely, but he steadied himself again, trying to focus on Iris. Trying to focus on how strong she was, how protected being with her made him feel.
He'd have to make it up to her, if they both made it.