[ Even in the half a second it takes him to respond, Scuti's heart rattles around in her chest, going through every possible worst case scenario for how this could play out. They say to be careful not to move someone after an accident, to not make their injuries more severe and even though Amiguchi had stood up all by himself, maybe jostling him around like this has made things that much worse–?

His response pulls a little breath out of her, not quite a sigh of relief, not quite a laugh. It's infuriatingly, reassuringly like Amiguchi to have a worry like that at a time like this. ]

Not a bit. You're not even half as heavy as my shield. [ If he's an awkward bundle, it's for having to carry him like this, but she'll keep that to herself for now. ] Are you sure you'll be able to hold out until we get to Morimura?