Her consciousness blinks in and out, and so does her vision. Well, half of it, as the other eyes is swollen shut. But she can feel everything else around her. It's dark and cold, but she feels the warmth of someone close. However, sometimes she can't tell if she's slipped back into a dreamless sleep or if she's still awake. It's not until the pain in her cheek begins to throb to an unbearable point that it wakes her completely. She groans pathetically into his shoulder blade, her lips silently forming indistinguishable words to accompany the noise, before she draws in a quick hiss of breath.

But she can breathe. She can think. The next step after waking is to determine what happened, and just what is currently happening. The first thought on her mind is-- Lu Meng?

She speaks through the amulet, her mental voice hoarse and hushed just as her physical one would be. Yes, she-- she recalls finding him. And he had been hurt, and she had gone to him-- and then-- anger, quickly followed by confusion and panic. Lu Meng--!

She stirs, but the quilt is too tight, pressing him to her back. She recognizes it, though, as the one she brought to him. ....Ah, is it you? Is it really you? From the pain, from her joy of seeing him finally-- she can't help it. She's crying already. He might notice how the tears are warm compared to the rest of the rain, falling upon is back. You're-- you're alive, oh, Lu Meng, I'm s-so sorry...

For not protecting him, for failing him. For forgetting herself and reaching out to him, resulting in him breaking her half her face.