*Having been sitting curled up for weeks, Selphie is still wobbly on her legs, stumbling into Ikki and away from him again, even as he holds her wrist. She winces slightly when he first takes it, as she took out a lot of her frustration by scratching hard at her wrists with her nails, so the skin is red and raw, even with some cuts that were healing. She follows alongside him, as carefully as she can, knees buckling every now and then*

But if I get in the way...just go without me.