Everything had rushed past with almost staggering rapidity, but Reimi had seen it all. She'd been unable to tell whether the fox was part of his consciousness or an enemy like the tracer eye, and that hesitation had allowed it to maul Kit quite thoroughly. Orias' stances changes as the beast vanishes, glowing hands moving away from withheld attack spells to something more supportive.

Injury was a natural part of this world they'd both been drawn into. The ever-fresh scars on her own back were proof of that, twisting slickly even now beneath the fabric of her clothes. But that didn't mean that it was something to be suffered forever, or alone.

Without a word her persona drops a small smattering of spells upon her companion's head: Dia, for the pain, and an increase in his defense for what was certainly to come. Even as she returns his gaze with a thin smile, a part of her mind can already sense unpleasant creatures being attracted to the ruckus they were making. It was no deterrent, of course, but things seemed bound to turn ugly sooner rather than later.

"Family's important, isn't it?" Her words are soft and mingled with sympathy. She still remembers the blissful pain that had run through her body upon having her first family returned to her mind. "You can get to know her better if we climb through, I think."