[Sakura goes so still, bangs falling around her turned face, to Rin she looks like a broken doll. If you changed their hair colors, she'd look a bit like mother.
The nights Aoi would stop screaming were as sweet as they were scary, too.
The wound in her hand throbs as Rin carefully climbs off of Sakura, sharp and still oozing. She needn't have cut it that deeply, but she hadn't thinking properly then. The Azoth dagger is dropped to the snow to free up her uninjured hand, which snakes to the side of Sakura's neck to track her pulse. Against her fingertips, Sakura's skin feels clammy with shock she thinks, but her heart races like a rabbit's. The sudden stress would have done her no favors, let alone the damage from the worms.
The worms...
Sakura had been dying. Her agonized wails had shocked her like a dunk in an icy river, and so she had acted knowing it had to be something to do with them, but not fully comprehending what. Counting Sakura's precious gasps of air now that the danger has passed, it slowly begins to settle in for her just what the worms had done. What they'd been trying to do. They'd—
Nausea claims her swiftly, taking her stomach and spinning it in somersaults. Paces away from injured girl, Rin wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and prays to Kirei's stupid god that Sakura was too out of it to hear her getting sick just now.
With a shaky breath she covers the signs of her distress and her spilled blood with more snow before crawling back to Sakura. Gently she pats one cheek.]
Sakura? [She's not sure if she expects a response.] We can't stay out here like this. Even if it's night, someone could see us.
[She works her arm around Sakura's back, easing her into a sitting position with a hushed warning.] I'm going to move you now.
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The nights Aoi would stop screaming were as sweet as they were scary, too.
The wound in her hand throbs as Rin carefully climbs off of Sakura, sharp and still oozing. She needn't have cut it that deeply, but she hadn't thinking properly then. The Azoth dagger is dropped to the snow to free up her uninjured hand, which snakes to the side of Sakura's neck to track her pulse. Against her fingertips, Sakura's skin feels clammy with shock she thinks, but her heart races like a rabbit's. The sudden stress would have done her no favors, let alone the damage from the worms.
The worms...
Sakura had been dying. Her agonized wails had shocked her like a dunk in an icy river, and so she had acted knowing it had to be something to do with them, but not fully comprehending what. Counting Sakura's precious gasps of air now that the danger has passed, it slowly begins to settle in for her just what the worms had done. What they'd been trying to do. They'd—
Nausea claims her swiftly, taking her stomach and spinning it in somersaults. Paces away from injured girl, Rin wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and prays to Kirei's stupid god that Sakura was too out of it to hear her getting sick just now.
With a shaky breath she covers the signs of her distress and her spilled blood with more snow before crawling back to Sakura. Gently she pats one cheek.]
Sakura? [She's not sure if she expects a response.] We can't stay out here like this. Even if it's night, someone could see us.
[She works her arm around Sakura's back, easing her into a sitting position with a hushed warning.] I'm going to move you now.