She feels like she's had the wind knocked out of her. Like something's struck her in the gut, forced all the breath from her lungs with such a blow that she can't get it back. All through it, Ritsuka's body pulls itself together under her fingers though, and so Yasuho calls for herself and her magic to keep going.

...until she can't. "Hahh...hhhh...Ritsuka- come on...please, Ritsuka, please we need..."

Cupping the other's face does nothing but smear blood on it, and Yasuho bites back tears. Something has happened here that the other was left to die, but even with this miraculous prevention of death, how can she say for sure that there's time to try and rouse her.

They need to leave, she thinks, and already her shadow moves to act on those words. Paisley Park creeps out and starts scanning the room for objects and begins blindly grabbing from the floor and counter, starting a small pile at their side. They need to get out of here, they need to go-

And isn't that what she's spent all the last while preparing for?

Thoughts and memories of idle nervous chatter while cutting swathes of fur bring more tears to the girl's eyes, as Yasuho finds the memory blurring painfully overtop of what's surrounding her now. It's hardly a full gore-fest of a mess but somehow the truth of what a brutal scene this is hits harder that way, as if the lack of excess makes it that much more Real.

There is a pulse under her fingers, Yasuho thinks with a swallow. She just...

"Okay." Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. "Okay. ...W...I'll get you out of here. And then I'll keep trying- until you can get up, it's going to be alright..."

Breathe, breathe, BREATHE-

"It's alright...it's okay..."