Yomi's head hit the floor with a dull, distinct thud, and Klavier couldn't help but wince for just a second from both the sight and sound. Thankfully, it hadn't been that hard from what he could tell. It also seemed like his words had broken through and reached her. She wasn't scrambling to escape or trying to fight him off or anything of the sort. It seemed like she had relaxed to some degree, though she was still crying. He was trying very hard not to outwardly react, but honestly those noises she was making were cutting deep into him. It was an anguish, raw and perfect, coming out in a broken, staggered melody. ...He never wanted to hear sounds like this ever again.
It hurt, seeing her like this. Seeing anyone like this, honestly, but she was a face he knew. And worse yet when he knew exactly what had led to it... and that he had been unable to do anything to keep it from happening. But he could do something now, and it was more important to focus on acting now than mulling over those details.
However... Klavier was a prosecutor. He wasn't an officer or a member of EMS or anyone who would better know the fundamentals of dealing with this sort of situation. And that was something he became even more aware of when the other girl suddenly announced that she needed to sit. He turned his head back toward her, immediately concerned. ...If she suddenly fainted or collapsed, Klavier was too far away to be able to grab her before she hit the floor. Maybe he shouldn't have left the other girl standing there like she was perfectly fine when he knew full well that she had just experienced something similar to Yomi. He shouldn't have just assumed she was fine. He should probably help her. But he also didn't want to leave Yomi's side, as broken as she seemed to be at the moment. Damn it.
He was about to suggest walking her to one of the beds (and maybe it would be a good idea to place Yomi on one of them, too), when the girl started... rambling. That was the only way to really describe it. Klavier listened to everything, of course, but admittedly only portions of what she was saying even made comprehensible sense. She seemed to be implying that she had also died in the basement last night. ...And the way she explained it made it sound like she had even gone through the same "trial" they had all been put through, if that brief mention of a host was anything to go by. So then both she and Yomi had gone through the same mess on the same night? ...Had there been others as well who hadn't had the fortune of waking up yet?
That aside, however, nothing she was saying was connecting. Something about trolls and aliens? Or someone being turned into one? ...What is he even supposed to make out of that? Especially when it was said so flippantly. For a moment, he had to wonder if she was just blathering and wasn't aware of what was coming out of her mouth. Then... the sudden accusation. Which he honestly didn't care about, were he to be frank. It was neither offensive nor surprising. What was surprising was Yomi's reaction to it. Sudden, wide-eyed shock. Obviously, the conversation was having an effect on her. He had to wonder if maybe the question had driven the memory, fresh and new, right back into the forefront of her mind in a way it shouldn't have. It was too soon to speak of this in front of her....
"No," he said simply, turning his head to Rose again. Half to address her and half to look away from that face Yomi was making. "It wasn't me. Nor was it really as simple as that. ...Why don't we first focus on getting the two of you warm and out of this place. We can always speak of the particulars later, ja?" Somewhere where Yomi wasn't going to have to hear it and relive it again.
He turned back to Yomi, carefully gauging her as he spoke. "Yomi... I am going to sit you up, alright?" He only warned her ahead of time so she could be prepared for whatever pain may come of moving. And to give her a chance to properly protest if it was something she didn't think she could do yet. Getting up would probably be the worst part of it. Hopefully.
"And Fräulein." He glanced over at the girl again. "How are you feeling? Do you think you can walk? I can help you to one of the beds over here if you are unable to make it."
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It hurt, seeing her like this. Seeing anyone like this, honestly, but she was a face he knew. And worse yet when he knew exactly what had led to it... and that he had been unable to do anything to keep it from happening. But he could do something now, and it was more important to focus on acting now than mulling over those details.
However... Klavier was a prosecutor. He wasn't an officer or a member of EMS or anyone who would better know the fundamentals of dealing with this sort of situation. And that was something he became even more aware of when the other girl suddenly announced that she needed to sit. He turned his head back toward her, immediately concerned. ...If she suddenly fainted or collapsed, Klavier was too far away to be able to grab her before she hit the floor. Maybe he shouldn't have left the other girl standing there like she was perfectly fine when he knew full well that she had just experienced something similar to Yomi. He shouldn't have just assumed she was fine. He should probably help her. But he also didn't want to leave Yomi's side, as broken as she seemed to be at the moment. Damn it.
He was about to suggest walking her to one of the beds (and maybe it would be a good idea to place Yomi on one of them, too), when the girl started... rambling. That was the only way to really describe it. Klavier listened to everything, of course, but admittedly only portions of what she was saying even made comprehensible sense. She seemed to be implying that she had also died in the basement last night. ...And the way she explained it made it sound like she had even gone through the same "trial" they had all been put through, if that brief mention of a host was anything to go by. So then both she and Yomi had gone through the same mess on the same night? ...Had there been others as well who hadn't had the fortune of waking up yet?
That aside, however, nothing she was saying was connecting. Something about trolls and aliens? Or someone being turned into one? ...What is he even supposed to make out of that? Especially when it was said so flippantly. For a moment, he had to wonder if she was just blathering and wasn't aware of what was coming out of her mouth. Then... the sudden accusation. Which he honestly didn't care about, were he to be frank. It was neither offensive nor surprising. What was surprising was Yomi's reaction to it. Sudden, wide-eyed shock. Obviously, the conversation was having an effect on her. He had to wonder if maybe the question had driven the memory, fresh and new, right back into the forefront of her mind in a way it shouldn't have. It was too soon to speak of this in front of her....
"No," he said simply, turning his head to Rose again. Half to address her and half to look away from that face Yomi was making. "It wasn't me. Nor was it really as simple as that. ...Why don't we first focus on getting the two of you warm and out of this place. We can always speak of the particulars later, ja?" Somewhere where Yomi wasn't going to have to hear it and relive it again.
He turned back to Yomi, carefully gauging her as he spoke. "Yomi... I am going to sit you up, alright?" He only warned her ahead of time so she could be prepared for whatever pain may come of moving. And to give her a chance to properly protest if it was something she didn't think she could do yet. Getting up would probably be the worst part of it. Hopefully.
"And Fräulein." He glanced over at the girl again. "How are you feeling? Do you think you can walk? I can help you to one of the beds over here if you are unable to make it."