Ritsu possesses what they think is a reasonable amount of fear of Kama. It’s something-something-trauma something-confusing personality-something and the very real fact that she would probably feel nothing whatsoever about removing most of their organs. This is about Ritsu’s baseline state on Kama, a wise wariness coupled with paranoia.
Their baseline level of fear is far exceeded when a Kama that is Mara stomps past them, leaving singe marks on the floor and the heavy tang of smoke and ozone in the air. They look at Ritsu with eyes that glow and demand to know the sim room passcode, which Ritsu immediately and very politely gives.
As soon as Mara’s out of sight, Ritsu bolts. Oh man, that must be something amiss and awry, so where the fuck is Yako?
Yako, it turns out, is in her room in a puddle of blood. "Christ,” Ritsu mutters, genuinely impressed underneath the pressing worry of their friend being dead. “The fuck did you do?” They ask, more to themselves than to Yako. Their healing magic might be slow, but it can at least do something as Ritsu hoists Yako up into their arms.
There’s a wound. Ritsu’s careful not to jostle her too much as they jog Yako to the clinic. To heal it, platelets show up, break down, release molecules to form fibrin, trap blood cells, harden, seal. Yako’s bleeding slowly ebbs. Beneath the clot, serum cleans, lymphocytes clean, Yako’s still bleeding more than she should, but Ritsu runs through the steps of wound healing in their head regardless. It works like an incantation. Focus the energy.
Yako’s warm, far too much. That’s definitely a problem, but not one Ritsu’s capable of doing anything about. They can still carry her even if her blood might singe a bit when it touches their skin.
She gets deposited in the clinic, probably entirely unaware she’s been carried at all, still whining in pain. Asclepius attends to her immediately with an ‘oooh, this is interesting’ that Ritsu pretends not to hear. They leave it to him, at least knowing if she gets too close to burning up he’ll pull her back out of sheer spite for the entire concept of mortal wounds.
He doesn’t need to, but she ends up with an IV and Ritsu waiting antsily for her to look at them with any level of awareness. As soon as she does, Ritsu speaks in an even tone that is generally reserved more for their own near death explanations.
“Yako. I cannot have Servants in this facility that would attempt to kill any of Chaldea’s humans. I need you to tell me, honestly: is Kama, right now, someone I need to get out of here?" A yes or no, however she’s capable of giving it, would suffice for now. They’ll get more into the why/what/how of this whole situation later, after they figure out if there’s a more pressing issue. No facility alarms have gone off, which is good news, but Ritsu still needs to ask.
