"Be careful, Dio. I love you."
I nodded, kissing her head and whispering back "I love you too," before heading off in search of Aya.
Emelie bandaged up my eye so I'd be less frightening when I found her, using a strip of cloth torn from her shirt.
She'd cleaned me up quite well actually, even managing to run a comb through my messy nest of hair. This had been undone in seconds of course, much to our joint amusement. My hair had a mind of its own, strands running off in completely different directions to the others.
Emelie promised, or threatened, to cut it for me when we got out of there, but I'd gotten quite attached to it.
I guess you could say it'd grown on me...