Her tenuous control on her emotions hasn't quite snapped. It's still there, keeping her in the present, forcing her to hear his scream, thick with pain she can't help him with. Limp in her arms, he feels like he'd be dead if not for the shaking and the sobbing. He's too thin, she thinks. Thinner than he had been as a slave. Her lips press to his forehead, eyes closed and she lets him sob in the darkness. It's only really when Aradia touches him that she raises her head.

"We should get out. If you have a illumination stick or something, now would be a good time." Pitch black and all. As it is, she's struggling to get a good hold on Psii, to lift him up and away without hurting him more. This is probably a futile thought.