Sora does his best to move with Link and not be more than a glorified bloodless meatsack, but his bones are jelly right now. Rolling into the couch is a relief. He makes a useless attempt to keep holding his sweatshirt to the wound, but when he realizes that he's actually squeezing more blood onto the couch, he gives up and lets Link have at. He's not sure how much of a difference that was making anyway.

He suddenly remembers what Link asked at the door, checks his reserves again. Not yet. Probably something to do with the blood loss making the regeneration process slower. Probably. Maybe? If Merlin or Donald ever told him anything like that, it hasn't come back yet. Stupid.

"Just need a minute. A minute to." He just needs a little extra time to get that spell out, close the wound a little more. His eyes are closed as he tries to breathe normally. It's almost like he's floating in a neutral space, and the thing that Riku's voice says when his footsteps get closer could just be another echo, another memory from another life. It's fine, actually.