Hokuto put a hand on Momo's other shoulder, trying to ignore the blood; she was already sitting on her heels in it anyway. (If she slipped, which was fairly likely--well, she felt sick enough even without thinking about that.) "Yeah," she said softly.

She knew they wouldn't have much luck pulling Momo away from Hitsugaya's body and thus probably shouldn't try, but... willpower only got her so far. Ugh. Hokuto was starting to keep her head down in case she threw up.

Still not a hardened warrior. Maybe I should... give them some privacy... She knew she was doing pretty well considering... still, she could hold on for a little while. Momo might need her.