[The way Peregrine drops to the floor -- Maya can't help but worry. She crosses the room, squinting in the dim, red light. Her fingers alight on Peregrine's shoulders, touch light as she runs them over the span of the other girl's arms. Her heart pounds in her throat, something she tries desperately to swallow down.]
I'm here. Peregrine, I am right here. Are you injured?
cw: panic attack, continued
I'm here. Peregrine, I am right here. Are you injured?