[ electricity zaps between his touch, absorbed by the muscle of her bicep — a byproduct of a strengthened, more volatile connection that she hasn't yet realized, due to their increased power. her eyes fall to it, bewildered and unsettled for only a moment, and though she jerks in surprise, there's no escaping his grasp.

she blinks, but eventually comes back to herself, eyebrows drawing together as she finds his gaze again. ]

Every minute we stay here doing nothing, someone out there is dying. [ it has its own accusation, between the lines. of course he would remain here while the others race against flames and time. ] I don't have time to get checked over for nothing.

[ it's superficial, at best. painful and sharp, a streak of blood and a gaping slice, but hardly grievous or hindering. she'll endure it, though she can't very well say the same for those that hadn't reacted to their own night assassin in time. ]