She was lucky. He had his days where he wasn't too keen on his height. Like right now, with a bleeding head. If he needed more stitches...

Kanji's breath caught. He hadn't thought about an incidental touch, but considering what happened the last time, and the fact that it was dark and maybe a bit too stressful, he set out his unoccupied hand and sought out hers.

Immediately the mark taken out of him by the crystal roof began to grow warmer, the bleeding staunched...

"I hear somethin'. Far off, but it's comin'. You ready?"