She tries not to cry out when he ties the cloth around her middle. They have to slow the bleeding somehow, even if it's only a temporary measure. Even if it's only enough to get her to the finish line. But there's pain with each wrapping and each tug. She grits her teeth, trying to muffle the noise behind a clenched jaw, but it only comes out as a pained whine.

Her legs feel shaky to stand on as she holds onto him for balance. Her head swims even more from the pain, until he's finally done tying off the makeshift bandage. He asks her to hang onto his neck--to hold on no matter how much it hurts. If it was anyone else, she might be at least a little skeptical. She might wonder if they could carry her safely or if they knew what they were doing.

But not Kurloz. She nods in understanding, and there's an implicit trust between them as she reaches up to do as he says--wrap her arms around his neck and to hang on tight. "Ready," she breathes out, bracing herself for the pain of movement.