The little bit of movement and the effort to speak brought a flurry to his chest. It wasn't exactly a flurry of hope or even fear... it just was. At the very least it meant she wasn't actually dead at this moment. Colt moved closer to her instantly, reaching for her face.
"Why you sorry, baby?" he asked, "You have nothing to be sorry for." Colt couldn't help the way his attention focused on the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. He knew what it meant, he knew it was bad. it was taking every ounce of willpower he had not to panic. But then... Then her breathing stopped. It was like his whole world stopped. he froze for a long moment, internally willing her to breathe again, to do anything again and then the panic broke through. Colt yelled and begged. His touches grew more desperate as he searched for anything. Anything that would tell him she would survive this. There was nothing but his begging didn't stop the way he held her face and kissed her lips, he was desperate for her to do anything. And then... Then she breathed.
"Baby," he said, there was only a touch of relief in his voice as he held on to her. He didn't stop touching her as he turned back to Brea and Logan. "We don't have any time. We need to do something," he said to Brea. practically begging. His eyes shifted to Logan as Brea carried her over. She didn't look great and he didn't want to risk hurting her more but... She had said healing potions earlier didn't she? Maybe they could do a mix of Brea's healing power and whatever healing ability's Logan had!
"Logan?" he asked, "Can we mix whatever healing stuff you mentioned with Brea's power and make her better?"