Her reflexive grip was tight, though had she been in full possession of her customary strength, she might have broken his hand. The pain chewed at her, tied her nerves in and out of knots, but Blue gritted her teeth and bore it, instinctive fury welling up in her throat.

She hissed in spiteful stubbornness at her own body's weakness, but it gagged her in return, and she closed her teeth on another whimper--no, never again!--and simply shook until the spasm eased, and she was able to fall back against Omega with a limp sigh, shaking all over.

"...I-I'm...okay," she stuttered. Blue groped for him again, catching nails around his fingers. "D-Don't...leave m-me...please."