Rapunzel was at once relieved that Eugene was okay with saving their talk for another time, and guilty that she had to leave him hanging. She knew full well just how much significance the dagger carried for both of them, and sick patients or not, leaving something that big out on a wire wasn't going to help much with feelings of unease.

It seemed she had greater reason to be uneasy as they closed in on the Medical Wing, however. She hadn't expected they would be able to just waltz in and take whatever cure was there, but that still didn't prepare her for the blood. Not much did. The only reason she didn't cover her mouth was that she didn't have a free hand.

She drifted closer to Eugene as Kratos handed him some tiny blades. Better than nothing, but her stomach still sat in knots. "For sure. Whatever's in there, it's going to be like last night. Probably worse," she explained, the body of her voice barely there anymore.