[ She listens to that slow breath out, trying to imitate it in an effort to deal with her confusion and the pain that had nothing to do with the light throbbing of the scrapes she could heal. By force of will, she makes herself stop with the waterworks. It's a little too much, she thinks. ]

It's okay.

[ She's not ready to let go, afraid on some level it will break the illusion. How can people care for two of the same person? It's impossible. Probably. Most likely.

It's still nice to hear. ]

None of it stays. I've been disemboweled, you know? This is nothing.

[ Her voice sounds thick, her nose stuffy even as it's running. Ugh, crying makes her so gross! ]

Morph once, and it's all gone. Good as new, just like that.

[ She wasn't the one with a delicate build in the end. ]

How about your arm? I heard scraping. Are you going to be okay? You were banged up in the rubble too, Vanadi. Who can help make sure you're okay?

[ Asked while she still can't make herself quite look up. Breathe in slowly, breathe out slowly. Get a grip and calm down, kid. You were fine, he was okay enough right now, and everything was fine. ]