Senna nodded at Hokuto, the emotions mixed on her face. She would defer to Hokuto in this--she had said Momo and her were close, and Senna had no idea how to go about any of this.

Then the Shinigami reached up and grabbed her wrist.

Senna was edgy enough tonight; Orihime's touched had startled her. And she wasn't sure if the Shinigami's touch was for comfort or a warning. But Senna stayed still, much like one who was in front of a poisonous snake. If you didn't move, or moved very slowly, they might not strike.

She hesitated, then gently tightened her grip on Momo's shoulder. Senna might not know her, but Momo didn't deserve this. "We're here," she said softly. "You're not alone."