Spocklar held onto her tightly as he walked as fast as he could through the woods in the dark that had overcome them. He could still see fine, even if it was dark, but darkness in the Other was creepier than it had been on Earth. He briefly looked down at the blood, but then he lifted his eyes and kept them forward, not wanting to look down anymore. She was already cold.
For now, especially that he had some kind of task to do, he was fine and he could hold it together, but as soon as he stopped that was likely going to change. "Who did this do her? Someone stabbed her?"