A dull ache permeated every fiber of her being, even after the healing magic. Yumi groaned as she tried to take stock of her situation. She didn't seem to be falling anymore, so there was that. She pressed a palm to her forehead as she tried to remember what had happened. There had been bugs, rocks, an angry disco ball. She got stabbed, and it had HURT. And then she had...

[color=a8d7e8][i]Ah...[/i][/color]

As the memories returned, the warm weight resting atop her suddenly made a great deal more sense. Yumi slowly opened her eyes.

[i]Yume.[/i]

For several long seconds, she simply stared up at her, expression blank as the pieces settled into place. Seeing Yume get hurt had mixed with the memories of the [i]other[/i] Hikari getting hurt, and without thinking...

A faint warmth spread across her cheeks.

How unlike her. Normally she would have stopped, assessed the situation, calculated the odds. Instead, she'd thrown herself after Yume without a second thought, as though her body had decided before her mind had the chance to object. She awkwardly looked away from the witch as her cheeks reddened more. After a few moments, she mumbled, almost to herself:

[color=4c87bf][i]"Urusei..."[/i][/color]
[hider=Translation][color=4c87bf][i]"Shut up..."[/i][/color][/hider]
Then, in an even quieter voice:

[color=4c87bf]"...I'm glad you're alright."[/color]

As Yumi's cheeks deepened another shade of pink, thankfully, salvation arrived in the form of another problem. Her sapphire eyes drifted past Yume's shoulder toward the elven girl. All three prosthetic limbs were completely gone. The poor girl looked as though she were in incredible pain, and walking was out of the question.

Without warning, Yumi placed both hands on Yume's shoulders. With one smooth, surprisingly practiced motion, she rolled Yume neatly off of her, sat upright in the same movement, and stood before the enchantress had much chance to protest. She walked directly toward the elf, stopping just long enough to study the situation. Her eyes flicked between the elf's remaining limbs, her own frame, and the torn edges of her cloak. She unfastened it from her shoulders, and-

[b]RIIIP[/b]

-tore a long strip free. Then another. And another.

Without a hint of hesitation, Yumi knelt beside the elf and began threading the strips together, checking lengths, tightening knots, and adjusting tension with quick, practiced hands. Before long, the cloth had become a simple improvised carrying harness.

[color=4c87bf]"It won't be comfortable,"[/color] she admitted quietly. [color=4c87bf]"But it should keep you secure."[/color]

Yumi carefully secured the harness to the elven girl, making doubly sure everything was snug but not too tight. She then gently hoisted her new passenger up and secured the harness to her back. Once the girl was properly in place, Yumi slung her duffel bag around her front. It was only after she had taken several steps that she realized she had forgotten something and turned toward the elf.

[color=4c87bf]"Oh yeah! My name is Yumi! [i]Hajimemashite![/i]"[/color]
[hider=Translation][color=4c87bf][i]"Nice to meet you!"[/i][/color] (Only used for first meetings)[/hider]
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