[ Saya flinches at each of their touches. She's in full fight or flight mode, and there's nothing to fight here. Her eyes are a fierce red as she blinks rapidly and tries to fight the instinct to run. ]
[ Hesitantly, haltingly, one of her arms reaches out to curl around Red Son. Touch energy. Simple tasks. She can do that. Her other, blood-covered hand keeps holding pieces of Kantera together for reattachment. She's trembling almost all over, but her hand is steady. ]
[ By now she's sobbing too hard to even try and speak. ]
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[ Hesitantly, haltingly, one of her arms reaches out to curl around Red Son. Touch energy. Simple tasks. She can do that. Her other, blood-covered hand keeps holding pieces of Kantera together for reattachment. She's trembling almost all over, but her hand is steady. ]
[ By now she's sobbing too hard to even try and speak. ]