He lifts her up, and she nearly cringes at how much it hurts. Her arms tighten around his neck before she realizes that he might need room to breathe. Her grip loosens, but only just a little. It's still tight enough to keep her on his back.

Her face presses against the back of his shoulder, hiding the grimace that she's making. Teal blood is starting to soak through the makeshift bandage already, wetting the back of his costume where she's pressed against him.

"It's okay," she breathes, barely forming the words. "I'm okay. Just go." She just has to hold on a little longer, right? Just a little longer, and they'll both cross over the finish line. They'll be okay then.