[She's getting worse quickly, though that's to be expected. Rin might not be familiar with the feeling of worms harvesting her organs and flesh (or wasn't until today, hahaha), but she's suffered through enough flare-ups from her own Magic Crest to know how debilitating they can be. Though the last time she was as bad as this... She thinks it was when she was a young girl, still adjusting to the transplants.
Even that must be an underestimate.
If Matou Zouken were here now, she could murder him. She wants him to be the face she sees when they reach the top of those stairs, and the sadistic freak is probably the one who would make a staircase like this so narrow, making it hard to move up. For such an adult looking house, everything is too small, like it was made for—
Her complaints (and some of them she may have been voicing out loud) stop dead when Sakura's rasping wheezes are interrupted with a sound more akin to a sigh, her head lolling from Rin's shoulder and knees cracking against the steps when her feet slip.
The narrowed space they're in becomes a blessing instead of a curse, allowing Rin to brace herself against the walls but still use both hands to catch Sakura before her upper body follows suit.]
...S-Sakura?
[Her voice sounds to weak to be her own.
None too gently, she turns her sister just enough so she can properly see her face. There's no response, save for a thin sliver of white from Sakura's eyes as they roll back and slide shut. But her breathing is still audible (troubled, but audible), and the pulse under Rin's fingertips still even.
Rin breathes a shaky sigh of relief. It's okay. It's... Well, if not okay, then manageable. She just fell unconscious.]
That's fine. ...Yeah. [She continues to narrate to herself, repositioning Sakura's body so that she can pull her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. Not like anything has changed from before, huh?] If anything, it makes it easier on me.
The stairway isn't cramped like this. And more importantly, it's for sure you won't remember a thing...
[...
Yeah. It wouldn't change anything for Sakura to be awake for this. Hopefully she'll forget the rest too.]
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Even that must be an underestimate.
If Matou Zouken were here now, she could murder him. She wants him to be the face she sees when they reach the top of those stairs, and the sadistic freak is probably the one who would make a staircase like this so narrow, making it hard to move up. For such an adult looking house, everything is too small, like it was made for—
Her complaints (and some of them she may have been voicing out loud) stop dead when Sakura's rasping wheezes are interrupted with a sound more akin to a sigh, her head lolling from Rin's shoulder and knees cracking against the steps when her feet slip.
The narrowed space they're in becomes a blessing instead of a curse, allowing Rin to brace herself against the walls but still use both hands to catch Sakura before her upper body follows suit.]
...S-Sakura?
[Her voice sounds to weak to be her own.
None too gently, she turns her sister just enough so she can properly see her face. There's no response, save for a thin sliver of white from Sakura's eyes as they roll back and slide shut. But her breathing is still audible (troubled, but audible), and the pulse under Rin's fingertips still even.
Rin breathes a shaky sigh of relief. It's okay. It's... Well, if not okay, then manageable. She just fell unconscious.]
That's fine. ...Yeah. [She continues to narrate to herself, repositioning Sakura's body so that she can pull her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. Not like anything has changed from before, huh?] If anything, it makes it easier on me.
The stairway isn't cramped like this. And more importantly, it's for sure you won't remember a thing...
[...
Yeah. It wouldn't change anything for Sakura to be awake for this. Hopefully she'll forget the rest too.]