[Kyna wasn't lying—she has never, ever been in a setting like this. Any severe injuries she's ever seen have been dealt with by magic. Still terrifying, of course, but nothing like this. She freezes up, hands going to her mouth automatically, and whatever hopes she had of not crying in front of everyone on this floor are dashed immediately. Her vision blurs and she swallows, struggling to choke down a sob. Before she can think better of it, she tries to pull away from Emily to get to Wash's side. Nothing else really matters right now, not even the guard with a gun behind her.]
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