[Part of her breathes easier when she sees that the spell is working. She knew it would, her Personas wouldn't fail her, and yet noticing the lack of pain in his voice and seeing the wound close up with her own eyes reassures her all the same.
It takes a more conscious effort to uncoil the rest of her body from fear-- brushing back his hair and looking into his eyes, after she smears away the blood on her palms onto her jeans. Cupping his cheek. Feeling for the strength of his pulse as she talks to him.]
Sora? It's me. It's Mina. Talk to me now, sweetheart. I need to know you're okay.
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It takes a more conscious effort to uncoil the rest of her body from fear-- brushing back his hair and looking into his eyes, after she smears away the blood on her palms onto her jeans. Cupping his cheek. Feeling for the strength of his pulse as she talks to him.]
Sora? It's me. It's Mina. Talk to me now, sweetheart. I need to know you're okay.