Without Sion there in weapon form, Akiha curled herself into even more of a fetal position, keeping pressure on her side. Still, she reached her other hand out to her partner, fingertips brushing against Sion's leg.

"How bad?"

Despite being in as much pain as she was, blouse sticking to her wound, Akiha was more concerned about Sion's condition than her own. Mostly because her partner had never been injured in battle before...