It was a few minutes into the drive by then. Matias had placed a hasty dressing on Dante's leg which would hopefully ward off infection. The rhythmic rocking of the van was almost enough to rock him to sleep, but he had a job to do unfortunately.

"Ah?"

He was called to action. His fingers pressed against Midnight's jugular, thankfully feeling an undulation.

"Still stable I think," he replied, "She just has to rest. I don't think she's in any real danger... Right?"