Once they're presumably safe, she finally lets herself go. She drops to the ground, still half curled around Terezi's smaller frame. She digs her fingertips into the earth and finally letting out the piecing scream she's been holding back.

Terezi's voice is just muffled noise. Her words are impossible to make out but she can hear her sob through the haze of pain. Even in her delirium, new waves of pain washing her over by the second, she feels like she needs to do something for her. Which is ridiculous. She's not her moirail or her lusus. They share DNA and that's about it. She's not even that fond of most young trolls. She's under no obligation to do anything.

But still Redglare chokes back a sob, lowers her face to touch her nose to the top of Terezi's head and chokes out a sound that's wet from her mouth full of blood and barely above a whisper.

"S-shhhhhh."