With that little flash thing, the monster's form coalesced into the crimson smoking soul that kishin eggs turn into. Akiha stared at it as it floated above her, hand massaging her leg, checking to see if there was any damage she needed to worry about.

Like that nice cut up her shin from some ice. That was bleeding. Sion so did not need to see that or even know about it. So, while she couldn't shield Sion from the pain Akiha was feeling, she at least dampened it. And while Sion was busy eating that thing, Akiha jerked her legging back down to cover it and tied the end of it tight about her leg. She was pretty sure with the cold it would clot fast enough, not worrying about losing too much blood.

Putting weight on it, she discovered while standing, was going to be another matter. To her credit, she did not give any vocal indication of pain; her steps were slower and she limped a bit. Standing with her weight off that leg, she fished her knit gloves back out to don and brush whatever snow she could off of her.

"I think we still have another half-mile of this path to search." Oh, she wanted to go back to the medic camp to sit by a fire, but she refused to give up. They would complete their mission through this frozen hell. "If you want to transform back for the climate resistance, I'll carry you."