As the water washed over the wound, it became clear that Ciel's healing had indeed stopped the bleeding but it didn't take a doctor to be able to tell it was tenuous healing at best. Muscle was still exposed and a hard jostle would easily start it bleeding again.

Marisa held onto Ciel with one hand and held fast to the side of the bathtub with her other, knuckles standing out white with how hard she was gripping the edge.

"Woozy."

She knew this feeling... Too much blood loss at once. Like when she'd first received the wound and had to bind it as best she could, take way too many aspirin and rest. If she had not needed to find Patchouli at that time, Marisa doubted she would've been able to move on it.

"Leg hurts... a lot."