Momo gave Senna a brief nod when the blade was taken. It was a temporary arming of the shinigami as that particular sword would soon no longer be Momo's, but Kira's, but it was far better than the wooden pole she currently had.

Now that it was decided that they would move, Momo was faced with the task of actually moving. Most of her just wanted to stay there and hold Hitsugaya, remembering the words he said to her, the way he held her earlier when she was letting herself be weak. She was afraid that if she moved him, those memories would die with him. The copy of Hyorinmaru caught Momo's attention then. She would have to move because they would not lose that sword; come morning, it would be the only thing Momo would have left of him.

The vice captain coughed again, hacking up a bit more blood, before she forced herself to let go of the body. It took a bit of effort and was clumsily done, but she removed the sheath from across Hitsugaya's back and picked up Hyorinmaru. She traced the star shaped tsuba before pulling off the cloth wrapped about the bun in her hair, causing it to fall out.

It was the only clean piece of cloth she could find and she would be damned if she would sheath that sword while it was covered in blood. The white cloth quickly turned red as she passed it over the blade. With a shink Hyorinmaru was put away and the sheath strapped across Momo's back just like Hitsugaya had worn it.

The cloth dropped into the pool of blood, Momo knelt next to the body and pulled the stained captain's haori tighter about him to keep all the parts within. Her arms went underneath the body and, pulling his rapidly cooling body tight o her chest, she tried to stand up only to stop with another coughing fit. Blood slipped out of the corner of her mouth again and she closed her eyes, fighting back dizziness. She wasn't sure if she could do this.

She had to, though.

"I'm okay," she said in a quiet, raw voice, tears starting to slip from her eyes again.