Ururu nodded, though in reality, the girl felt like she couldn't do anything but worry right now. About Kisuke-san and herself, and everyone else around her. And now Orihime was trying to heal her, except Ururu knew how much it drained the older girl to heal here.

It was a lot to worry about, and it all kept cycling through her mind.

"Pl-please be careful, Orihime-san." Ururu didn't want the older girl to pass out like she had before, especially not healing her. She'd already done so much wrong, it'd only make everything seem worse.

But strangely enough, as the mark began to fade, Ururu herself began to feel a little better. Not just her arm, but somehow everything seemed less dark than it had before. It didn't make sense, but the little girl was glad for it.

Especially because she could finally stop crying.