Rosinante is a good source, reliable. He seems to be getting his breathing under control, too. That's good. Riku considers what he said, about the lantern looking cracked, like it had been dropped, and his pale lashes drop low over eyes that cut away from the two of them and down to his own lantern.

It hangs from his hip, but that's the same side as the blanket he's draped over what's become of his left arm. The lantern still paints a jagged, ruddy light on the floor underneath it, and he's careful not to try closing his hand protectively around his. His hand is in no condition to go handling anything, least of all his own lifeline.

"No," he admits, "This is new. And it's happening to the lighthouse, too. It's Robin's lantern... if she's hallucinating the way you said you are, if it's bad enough that you'd wound someone else like this..."

He feels cold.

Already, he's thinking about who is vulnerable, potential bolt holes, how long they could expect to last. How to address all the lost blood. Maybe Ms. Lutece knows his blood type-

"Make sure the wound's closed," says Riku, dismissing his Keyblade and turning to take the glass off the counter. He's soon coming back with the juice. Stooping suddenly to set the glass of juice within reach from the couch, he adds, "I need to send a few messages. You've lost a lot of blood. Drink. Don't move too much. Be careful."