[Yuffie laughs which reminds her that laughing hurts. Her hand slowly moves over to the side which is stained by the blood that’s slowly spilling from the open wound. Her fingers press against the slick warm opening gently assessing the damage. After a moment she pushes her palm against her side, applying pressure while also sending waves of pain through her small form. Manami will notice the weight on his shoulder slowly getting heavier.

She doesn’t look as concerned about it as he does. She’s use to fighting, she’s used to getting hurt and while it does hurt, she’ll get better so she can’t really complain.]

Don’t make me laugh it hurts.

[Even so she’s smiling, her hair falling around her face as if to frame the expression that shouldn’t be there. The rest of her hair is gathered in a ponytail that trails down the center of her back. She’s happy that he has positions on him because she most certainly does not.]

Potion sounds good but I think you might have to help me.

[She’s not about to move her palm away from the wound in her side. She is already starting to get dizy and potions do nothing for blood loss.]

Is this your first time stabbing someone?

[She doesn’t peg him as the killing type.]