"Milla-" A part of him wants to tell her to just, for once, stop talking, but that can't be right. He can't let her fall unconscious. Feferi had said how death is strange in this place, but that doesn't matter. For once... He can't fail.

(Not like he'll fail back home, letting his best friends be captured, letting Signless and Disciple and Dolorosa suffer when he could have done something, anything, oh god there's so much red staining his sleeves red against his hands did Signless bleed this much-)

"Keep talking, thtay with uth- Eth, go get a car, hurry!" There's no way he'll leave her side. She was his responsibility. She was his, and he let this happen to her. It's a good thing human males apparently wear so many layers- the next thing to go is his suit jacket. There's so much blood, it won't stop leaking through, dammit-! Leaning down, he tries to pick her up in his arms, keeping those legs higher. The red is getting everywhere, pants and shirt and he presses a clumsy kiss to her cheek. His broken wrist is screaming in pain, but it seems so distant and unimportant right now. "We'll be okay, we'll be okay, don't worry."