[ It feels like the longest stretch of time, somehow, while they run for their lives towards the elevator. Gods, this all could have gone so poorly for them both, regardless of what Miss Giselle says about her injury. Sumina can see just how disheveled the maid's hair is becoming as strands of long, dark hair become entangled with the handle of the knife, too... What a mess, what a mess.

If only she could have been strong enough to take the shadows on without fear...

When at last they make it into the relative safety of the elevator, Sumina whirls on her heel, discontent to let her guard down until she sees those doors close decisively and with no trace of their shadows in sight. And that moment that holds true, she glances over at Giselle while she adjusts her braid, and then Sumina sinks to the floor, first onto her knees and then sitting fully, her grip on Giselle's hand gone knuckle-white. ]

We... We made it. That would have spelled the end of me if you weren't there, Miss Giselle.

[ Her free hand comes up to rest, though tremblingly so, over her chest where her heart beats thunderously fast. ]

Let's get you somewhere... [ She is still catching her breath. ] Where we can take care of that knife...