Vira-Lorr rose up, her body starting to solidify. She could feel it reaching across the wound in her throat, her neck hardening and her hair turning into a solidified mass. The fear was apparent in her eyes by the time that Makoto got there. She couldn't use her hand other than the seal she had prepared.

"We need to jump together. Bring them over, and take hold of me. When you're ready, we'll leap and I'll cast the spell. We can't waste a second right now, Makoto. I can't promise that it won't freeze my lips any second now. Hurry over." She swallowed hard. One look at Makoto's condition told her that they didn't have much time.

Gods, but she hoped the porcelain cracks didn't remain after, but they needed to get out of here in the first place. Everything else would have to wait. "I hate this place sometimes..."