Right. Concern. That was as important as not panicking.

"I'm," she took a breath, and the urgent note mostly left her voice. "I'm fine. Had worse," Remilia finished with a murmur, reaching down to feel where the chair hit her leg. Bruised, healing, a little dried blood, but no more indication of whatever surface injury it left. Her clothes were probably ruined, weren't they? No; priorities, Scarlet.

Remilia brought her gaze back up to her sister, noting the damages to her coat and "—your wings...?"

That was concerning. And they should also be moving out of the open, cover of darkness or not.