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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Ground Floor (Storage Room)[/b][/u]

"SUPERBRO!" Trixie's scream pierced the room the moment she caught her hero on the floor. It hadn't registered that Don was clad in Crimson Justice's uniform, even when Moira announced it in all her confusion. She dashed to his side and collapsed onto her knees in a heap, her eyes wild with tears. "No, no no no, he's okay, he's okay right? Right?" She looked up to the blue-haired girl beside her. Josette, and Supersis - the two girls everyone came here to save were both all right and alive, together with Selan as well. Naturally Trixie would have leapt for joy at having found their lost teammates, had Don not been motionless on the floor. This was too much to even look at.

The panicking prankster continued to shake Josette's shoulders. "He's-- he's okay-- he's all right, right? S, Supersis? Is he, is he--AMY!" Trixie called back for her teammate.

Amy had hung back once her crew stumbled upon these four. The other three ladies were roughed up, quite badly from how fatigued they were - Selan in particular seemed emotionally shattered - but only when Trixie called for help did Amy make her way towards the fallen man. She nudged the prankster aside to kneel close beside Don.

Seeing this boisterous son of a pig floored like this, when he's normally prancing about and laughing his head off, was almost jarring. As much as Amy was annoyed with Don's constant antics, she did not hesitate with placing her hand on him - as she would have done if any of her other teammates were in the same position. Her eyes closed, hand stilled beside his shoulder, feeling for something - his aura, a pulse. Trixie continued to heave as she watched Amy, loudly gasping for air as if she were suffocating on her own tears, though she quieted with deep breaths as Amy hushed her.

"Trixie. Trixie, it's okay, hush."

A faint gold glow engulfed both Amy's and Don's bodies, as well as her gem. Though she was not yet experienced enough with awakening unconscious bodies, Amy wished to at least assist with his recovery process. These wounds... this hole... if they were not tended to right away, surely he could bleed to death. In fact Amy wasn't quite sure what to make of his condition at all, considering that puncture on his chest... should have killed him. She did not dwell on this however, and continued to feed him healing spells. She would tend to the three girls afterwards.

The familiar light calmed Trixie's haphazard breathing, though she still sniveled and shivered. She looked off to the side, where Estelle and Selan stood - and her face contorted even further, about to break out into a new set of tears. With a burst she dashed in after the redhead, arms wide to embrace the swordswoman. She was safe, Josy was safe, Miss Pretty was here and safe too.

Trixie sniveled loudly and clung onto Estelle tighter.