There's the sound of quiet footsteps by Elle's head, nearly lost in all the chaos of the attack. The Nightrender is rushing forward, and then suddenly it isn't anymore.

It's almost like fireworks above her. Orange-yellow light flashes in geometric shapes. Standing above her is a boy silhouetted against the light show, his soft expression nearly lost in the flickering and shadow. For a moment, the monster feels distant, clawing at the opposite side of a barrier of light and energy, all the harsh loud noises of the night melting together until they're indistinguishable.

The girl is bleeding in more ways than one. The fear and distress is pouring off her in a thick haze, barely distinguishable from the old emotions the creature's aura is wringing out of him. Humans just have so much of it. Even after countless lifetimes, he still marvels at how they carry on at all sometimes.

The chest wound probably doesn't help either. And she's still trying to push herself up. Kaworu watches her for a long moment before simply offering a thin hand. The help is hers if she wants it, if all of it is too much to bear alone.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

His voice is soft and smooth and gentle, but it cuts through all the other noise almost just by contrast.