[Emiri is, of course, pretty much completely unharmed. Crona kept their promise and their determination to protect her, and here she is, only minorly scuffed up.
But her expression is pinched, her pigtails askew as she stares at Crona with wide eyes, and then carefully comes closer--not because she's afraid of them, but in deference of the whole "trying to be quiet" thing.]
Kay, kay, but even more importantly... you're still bleeding! You're totes still hurt... Does it hurt?
[Her dismay is as earnest and honest as the rest of her, probably unsurprisingly.]
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But her expression is pinched, her pigtails askew as she stares at Crona with wide eyes, and then carefully comes closer--not because she's afraid of them, but in deference of the whole "trying to be quiet" thing.]
Kay, kay, but even more importantly... you're still bleeding! You're totes still hurt... Does it hurt?
[Her dismay is as earnest and honest as the rest of her, probably unsurprisingly.]