Redglare is barely faring better. She's struggling to keep her grip on Terezi, stumbling every few steps because her legs can barely hold her. The scars under her gloves and on her back feel hot and if she didn't know better she could swear actual flames were licking at her skin. She forces herself to focus only on getting them somewhere safe, hidden among the candy trees and sugary bushes on the off chance they'll survive the poison that's getting close to making her wish for death.

Until Terezi falls and the sudden shift in weight sends Redglare sprawling to the ground. She grits her teeth, biting back a pained shout that comes out as a low-pitched grunt. She tries to get up and falters, spitting up more blood from the shredded inside of her mouth. It would be so much easier to just lay here and let the poison or even another tribute off her. Any sort of release would be better than this.

But then she's always been too stubborn for her own good. She forces herself up, her limbs twitching and trembling with involuntary tremors, and grabs hold of Terezi's clothes. She can't carry her when she can't even stand herself but she can drag them both into the confectionery plant life out of sight.