*Kitsi grips weakly onto Zelos’ arm, her fingers bloodied and cold against his skin, a shuddering breath escaping her. Honestly, if she could simply focus, perhaps she could better reassure the boy—she’s experienced far worse, just ask Ryuuji if he’s really curious—she’s bled worse than this, been mangled, hurt, wounded....
None of this is really that soothing, and she can’t find the words, regardless.* ... Panic then, but... pace yourself, at least... You’re using--too much energy, Zelos... *is all she can really manage, her voice far more faint than she would like to admit.
At this point, she... her focus is drifting, and honestly? She can only hope foolish, stubborn Ryuuji is good on his word. He needs to get here soon.*